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 The jealous lovers. A comedie presented to their gracious Majesties at Cambridge, by the students of Trinity-Colledge. Written by Thomas Randolph, Master of Arts, and fellow of the house. Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635. [16], 85, [3] p. Printed by [Thomas and John Buck] the printers to the Universitie of Cambridge, [Cambridge] : Ann. Dom. 1632. 1632

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THE JEALOUS LOVERS .

A Comedie presented to their gracious Majesties at CAMBRIDGE , by the Students of Trinity-Colledge .

Written by THOMAS RANDOLPH , Master of Arts , and Fellow of the House .

— Valeat res ludicra , sime Palma negata macrum , donata reducit opimum .

Printed by the Printers to the Universitie of Cambridge . ANN. DOM. 1632 .

To the Right Worshipfull Mr. Dr. COMBER , Dean of Carleil , Vicechancellour of the Universitie of Cambridge , and Master of Trinity-Colledge . Right Worshipfull ,

I Have observed in private families , that the carefull father disposing of his children to several imployments , sends some to school , some to his plough , some to his flocks , while perchance the youngest , as uncapable of greater businesse , has the libertie to play in his hall . So is it in our Society ( which joyfully acknowledges you our carefull and indulgent parent ) those of stronger abilities , more reading , and longer experience , are busied some in one , some in another of the graver and more serious studies : while I , the last of that learned Body , am task'd to these lighter exercises . Accept , Sir , a thing born at your command , and preserved by your patronage . Not but that I vow the fruits of my more precious houres to your service : for when I consider the magnificence of our buildings , the riches of our endowments , the great examples of those before me , and all these bless'd in your auspicious government ; I finde a fire kindled in my breast , whose flame aims higher , and tells me , so glorious a hive the royall Founders meant not to shelter drones . So wishing our whole Body long happy in so provident a Governour , I rest , what my oath and peculiar ingagements have bound me to be ,

Yours devoted in all dutifull observance , Th. Randolph .
To the Reader . Courteous Reader ,

I Beg thy pardon , if I put thee to the expence of a sixpence , and the losse of an houre . If I could by my own industrie have furnished the desires of my friends , I had not troubled the Presse . 'T is no opinion of the worth that wrought me to it ; if I finde thee charitable , I acknowledge my self beholding to thee : if thou condemne it of weaknesse , I cannot be angry to see another of my minde . I do not aim at the name of a Poet , I have alwaies admired the free raptures of poetrie ; but it is too unthrifty a science for my fortunes , and is crept into the number of the seven , to undo the other six . That I make so many dedications , think not that I value it as a present rich enough to be divided ; but know whom I am in pietie bound to honour . That I admit so many of my friends approbations , is not that I itch'd for praise and love — rubbing , but that I was willing thou shouldest have something worth thy reading . Be to me as kinde as my audience , who when they might have us'd their censures , made choice of their mercies : and so I must acknowledge my self indebted to thy clemencie . I confesse no heights here , no strong conceits ; I speak the language of the people . — Neque si quis scribit , uti nos , Sermoni propiora , putes hunc esse poetam . No , bestow the honour of that glorious title on those that have abler wits , diviner inventions , and deeper mouths : Leave me to the privacie of my studies , and accept for thy unknown friend

T.R.
To that compleat and noble Knight , Sir KENELLAN DIGBIE . SIr , when I look on you , me thinks I see To the full height , how perfect man may be . Sure all the Arts did court you , and you were So courteous as to give to each their share , While we lie lock'd in darknesse , night and day Wasting our fruitlesse oyl and time away , Perchance for skill in Grammar , and to know Whether this word be thus declin'd or no . Another cheats himself , perchance to be A prety youth , forsooth , in fallacie : This on Arithmetick doth hourely lie , To learn the first great blessing , — Multiply . That travels in Geometry , and tires , And he above the world a map admires . This dotes on Musicks most harmonious chime , And studying how to keep it , loses time . One turns o're histories , and he can show All that has been , but knows not what is now . Many in Physick labour , most of these Lose health , to know the name of a disease . Some ( too high wise ) are gazing at a starre , And if they call it by his name , they are In heaven already . And another one That cries Melpomene , and drinks Helicon , At Poetrie throws wit and wealth away , And makes it all his work to write a play . Nay , on Divinity many spend their powres , That scarce learn any thing , but to stand two houres . How must we , Sir , admire you then , that know All Arts , and all the best of these can show ? For your deep skill in State , I cannot say , My knowledge there is onely to obey : But I beleeve 't is known to our best Peeres , Amaz'd to see a Nestor at your yeares . Mars claims you too , witnesse the Gallion , That felt your thunder-bolts at Scanderon , When Neptune frighted let his Trident fall , And bid his waves call you their Generall . How many men might you divide your store Of vertues to , and yet not leave you poor , Though enrich them ? Stay here . How dare I then To such an able judgement show my pen ? But 't is , Sir , from a Muse that humbly prayes , You 'le let her ivie wait upon your boyes . Your admiring servant , T. R.
To the truely noble Knight Sir CHRISTOPHER HATTON . TO you ( whose recreations , Sir , might be Others imployments , whose quick soul can see There may , besides a hawk , good sport be found , And musick heard , although without a sound ) I send my Muse . Be pleas'd to heare her strain When y' are at truce with time . 'T is a low vein . But were her breast inrag'd with holier fire , That she could force , when she but touch'd her lyre , The waves to leap above their clifts , dull earth Dance round the centre , and create new birth In every Element , and out-charm each Spheare , 'T were but a lesson worthy such an eare . T. R.
To his honoured Friend , Mr. Anthony Stafford . SIr , had my Muse gain'd leisure to conferre With your sharp judgement , e're I ventur'd her On such an audience , that my Comedie Had suffer'd by thy Obelisk , and thee : It needed not of just applause despair , Because those many blots had made it fair . I now implore your mercy to my pen , That should have rather begg'd your rigour then . T. R.
Colendissimo viro , & juris municipalis peritissimo , Magistro Richardo Lane . SIr , if the Term be done , and you can finde Leisure to heare my suit , pray be so kinde To give this toy such courteous acceptation , As to be made your client i th' vacation . Then if they say I break the Comick laws , I have an advocate can plead my cause . T. R.
Venerabili viro Magistro Olboston , praeceptori suo semper observando . SI bene quid scripsi , tibi debeo ; si malè quicquam , Haec erit in vitiis maxima culpa meis . Naufragium meruit , qui non bené navigat aequor , Cui tu Piëridum per freta Typhis eras . T. R.
To his deare friend , Thomas Riley . I Will not say I on our stage have seen A second Roscius ; that too poore had been : But I have seen a Proteus , that can take What shape he please , and in an instant make Himself to any thing ; be that , or this , By voluntary metamorphosis . When thou dost act , men think it not a play ; But all they see is reall : O that day , ( When I had cause to blush that this poore thing Did kisse a queens hand , and salute a king ) How often had I lost thee ? I could finde One of thy stature , but in every kinde Alter'd from him I knew ; nay , I in thee Could all professions , and all passions see . When thou art pleas'd to act an angry part , Thou fright'st the audience ; and with nimble art Turn'd Lover , thou dost that so lively too , Men think that Cupid taught thee how to wooe . T' expresse thee all would ask a better pen ; Thou art , though little , the whole mappe of men . In deeper knowledge and Philosophie Thou truely art what others seem to be , Whose learning is all face : as 't were thy fate There not to act , where most do personate . All this in one so small ; nature made thee To show her cunning in epitomie ; While others ( that seem giants in the arts , Such as have stronger limbes , but weaker parts ) Are like a volume , that contains lesse in 't , And yet looks big , 'cause 't is a larger print . I should my self have too ungratefull shown , Sent I not thee my book : — Take 't , 't is thine owne For thus farre my confession shall be free , I writ this Comedie , but 't was made by thee . Thy true friend , T. R.
Amico suo charissimo , ingeniosissimo , T. Randolpho , liberum de ejua Comoediá judicium . AVdebit proprios negare odores Myrrha fasciculus , suásque mellia Mendicare medulla suavitates , Priùs quàm his Veneres deesse credens , Qua prae se placidos ferunt Amores . Aeternum vigeat , vigous amore . Quòd fiquis lapides loquatur , istum Iam jam aptum Tumulo scias libellum . Ex noster bona verba portat author : Illas vnit dare , quas recepit , auras , Ridentes , niveóque per jocase Vincentes Charitas nitore frantis . Amores simul elegantiásque Ad partus properare tum putetis , Quum risus popularis , & theatri Plausus suppeditârit obstetricem . DEsert keeps close , when they that write by guesse , Scatter their scribbles , and invade the presse . Stage Poets ( 't is their hard , yet common hap ) Break out like thunder , though without a clap . Here 't is not so ; there 's nothing now comes forth , Which hath not for a licence its own worth . No swagg'ring tearms , no taunts ; for 't is not right , To think that onely toothsome which can bite . See how the Lovers come in Virgin die , And Rosie blush , ensignes of modestie , Though once beheld by such with that content , They need not fear others disparagement . But I 'le not tell their fortune , what e're 't be , Thou must needs know 't , if skil'd in Palmestrie . Thus much , where King applauds , I dare be bold To say , 'T is Pettie-treason to withhold . Edward Hiác .
To his dearest friend the Author , after he had revised his Comedie . THe more I this thy master-piece peruse , The more thou seem'st to wrong thy noble Musa , And thy free Genius : If this were mine , A modest envie would bid me confine It to my studie , or the Criticks court , And not make that the vulgar peoples sport , Which gave such sweet delight unto the King , Who censur'd it not as a common thing , Though thou hast made it publick to the view Of self-love , malice , and that other crue , It were more fit it should impaled lie Within the walls of some great librarie ; That if by chance through injurie of time , * * Aristophanus . Plautus , and Terence , and that fragrant thyme Of Attick wit should perish ; we might see All those reviv'd in this one comedie . The Jealous Lovers , Pander , Gull , and Whore , The doting Father , Shark , and many more Thy scene doth represent unto the life , Beside the character of a curst wife : So truly given , in so proper stile , As if thy active soul had dwelt a while In each mans body ; and at length had seen How in their humours they themselves demean . I could commend thy jests , thy lines , thy plot , Had I but tongues enow , thy names ; what not ? But if our Poets , praising other men , Wish for an hundred tongues ; what want we then When we praise Poets ? This I 'le onely say , This work doth crown thee Laureat to day . In other things how all , we all know well , Onely in this thou dost thy self excell . Edward Fraunces .
To his deare friend Mr. Thomas Randolph , on his Comedy called , The Iealous Lovers . FRiend , I must grieve your poems injur'd be By that rare vice in poets , Modestie . If you dislike the Issues of your pen , You have invention , but no judgement then You able are to write , but 't is as true , Those that were there can judge as well as you . You onely think your gold adulterate , When every scale of judgement findes it weight , And every touchstone perfect . This I 'le say , You contradict the name of your own play : You are no lover of the lines you writ , Yet you are jealous still of your own wit . Rich. Benefield , T. C.
To his ingenuous friend , the Author , concerning his Comedy . THe Muses ( Tom ) thy Iealous Lovers be , Striving which has the greatest share in thee . Enterpe calls thee hers , such is thy skill In pastorall sonnets , and in rurall quill . Melpomene claims thee for her own , and cries , Thou hast an excellent vein for elegies . 'T is true ; but then Calliope disdains , Urging thy fancy in heroick strains . Thus all the nine : Apollo by his laws Sits judge in person to decide the cause : Beholds thy Comedy , approves thy art , And so gives sentence on Thalia's part . To her he dooms thee onely of the nine ; What though the rest with jealousie repine ? Then let thy Comedie , Thalia's daughter , Begin to know her mother Muse by laughter . Out with 't , I say , smother not this thy birth , But publish to the world thy harmlesse mirth . No fretting frontispece , nor biting Satyre Needs usher't forth : born tooth'd ? fie , 't is 'gainst nature . Thou hadst th' applause of all : King , Queen , and Court , And University , all lik't thy sport . No blunt preamble in a Cynick humour Need quarrell at dislike , and spight of rumour Force a more candid censure , and extort An approbation , maugre all the court , Such rude and snarling prefaces suit not thee , They are superfluous : for thy Comedie , Backt with it's own worth , and the authours name , Will finde sufficient welcome , credit , fame . Iames Duport .
Randolpho suo . AN quaeram monumenta firmiora Nostri nominis ut supersit aetas , Cùm scriptus legar in tuo libello , Et tecum similis futurus avi , Qui jam vita cluis Schola , & Theatri ? Nolo . Marmor erit mihi poetae . Mausolaea mihi mei Menandri O quàm aeterna satìs liber perennis ! Non quaeram monumenta firmiora Nostri nominis ut supersit aetas . Thom. Riley .
AGmine non tanto paupertas multa beatam Divitis , & pransam vexat ubique domum : Quot tua quotidie pulsârunt limina Charta , Fervidus à tergo & quisque rogator adest . Prodeat anducter , repetitáque vulnera praeli Fabula , quae meruit sustinuisse , ferat , Non horret tantum tua Musa , aut mutat , ut esset Turpior ornatu Rustica nympha suo . Car. Fotherbie , I. C.
Amico suo ingeniosissimo THOM. RANDOLPH . FIngito zelotypos , quos pulchrè fingis , amores ; Sed nil de Musa suspicionis habe . Fae dominam ut plures nôrint , & adultera fiet ; Musa , licèt fuerit publica , casta manet . Fr. Meares .
Fratri suo Thom. Randolph . NOn satìs est quòdte dederit natura priorem , Ni simul & matu major , & arte fores ? Illa sciens noster quàm non fit magnus agellus , Ingenio tenues jure rependit opes . Ro. Randolph . aed. Chr. Oxon.
Authori . HEi mihi ! quos fluctus , quod tentas aquor , amice ? Queis te jactandum das malesanus aquis ? Irritata juvat quid possit lectio scire ? Aemula vel dete dicere lingua velit ? I felix , oculos dudum praedatus , & aures , Censurámque ipsam sub juga mitte gravem . Qui meruit CAROLO plausum spectante , popello Non est cur metuat displicuisse rudi . Dirige victorem captivo Caesare currum , Augeat & titulos victa MARIA tuos : Triste supercilium laevo nictantis ocello Mitte sibi : Momis est placuisse nefas . Thom. Vincent .
Dramatis personae . TYndarus , sonne of Demetrius , and supposed brother to Pamphilus , inamour'd of Evadne , Pamphilus , supposed sonne to Demetrius , but sonne indeed to Chremylus . Evadne , supposed daughter of Chremylus . Techmessa , daughter to Chremylus . Demetrius , an Athenian in the disguise of an Astrologer . Chremylus , an old man . Dypsas , his wife . Simo , an old doting father . Asotus , his prodigall sonne . Ballio , a Pandar , and Tutour to Asotus . Phryne , a Courtesan , and Mistresse to Asotus . Phronesium , a merry chambermaid . Hyperbolus , two soulders . Thrasimachus , two soulders . Bomolochus , two Poets . Chaerilus , two Poets . A Sexton : Staphyla , his wife . Paegnium , a Page . A Priest . Officers . Servants .

The Scene Thebes .

The Jealous Lovers .
ACTUS I.
SCENA I. Simo , Asotus , Ballio . Simo . HOw thrives my boy Asotus ? is he capable Of your grave precepts ? Ball. Sir , I never met A quicker brain , a wit so neat and spruce . Well , — get thee home old Simo : go and kneel : Fall on thy aged knees , and thank the gods Th' hast got a boy of wax , fit to receive Any impressions . Asot. As I am a Gentleman , And first of all our family , you wrong me , Dad , To take me for a dunce . Sim. No , good Asotus ; It is thy fathers care , a provident care , That wakes him from his sleeps to think of thee : And when I brooding fit upon my bags , And every day turn o're my heaps of gold , Each piece I finger makes me start , and cry , This , this , and this , and this is for Asotus . Asot. Take this , and this , and this , and this again : Can you not be content to give me money , But you must hit me in the teeth with 't ? — S'lid . Ball. Nay , good Asotus , such a loving father That does not blesse you with a sweaty palm Clap't on your head , or some unfruitfull prayer ; But layes his blessings out in gold and silver , Fine white and yellow blessings . Asot. Prithee Ballio , I could endure his white and yellow blessings , If he would leave his prating . Sim. Do you heare him ? How sharp and tart his answers are ? Old Simo , Th' hast got a witty witty wagge , yet deare one , When I behold the vastnesse of my treasure , How large my coffers , yet how cramb'd with wealth , That every talent sweats as in a crowd , And grieves not at the prison , but the narrownesse . Asot. If I make not room for 'um , ne're trust me . Simo . When I see this , I cannot choose but fear Thou canst not finde out wayes enow to spend it : They will out-vie thy pleasures . Ball. Few such fathers ! I cannot choose but stroke your beard , and wonder , That having so much wealth , you have the wit To understand for whom you got it . Asot. True : And I have so much wit to understand It must be spent , and shall boyes . Sim. Pray heaven it may ! Asot. I 'le live to spend it all ; and then — perhaps I 'le die , And will not leave the purchase of a sheet , Or buy a rotten coffin . Ball. Yes , deare Pupill , Buy me an urn , while yet we laugh and live ; It shall contain our drink , and when we die It may preserve our dust : 't is fit our ashes Should take a nap there , where they took their liquour . Sim. Sage counsell this — Observe it boy — observe it . Asot. I live in Thebes , yet I dare sweare all Athens Affords not such a Tutour : thou mayst read To all the young heires — in town or citie . Sim. Ah Ballio ! I have lived a dunghill wretch , Grown poore by getting riches , mine own torture , A rust unto my self , as to my gold : To pile up idle treasure starv'd my body Thus , to a wrinckled skin , and rotten bones , And spider-like have spun a web of gold Out of my bowels ; onely knew the care , But not the use of gold — Now , gentle Ballio , I would not have my sonne so loath'd a thing : No , let him live and spend , and buy his pleasures At any rate . Reade to him , gentle Ballio , Where are the daintiest meats , the briskest wines , The costliest garments . Let him dice and wench ; But with the fairest , be she wife or daughter To our best Burgesse : and if Thebes be scarce , Buy me all Corinth for him : — When I sleep Within my quiet grave , I shall have dreams , Fine pleasant dreams , to think with how much pleasure Asotus spends what I with care have got . Asot. Sure I were a most ungracious childe now , If I should spoil the dreams of a dead Father . Sleep when thou wilt within thy quiet urn , And thou shalt dream thou seest me drink Sack plentie , Incircled round with Doxies plump — and daintie . Sim. How thrives my boy ? — How forward in his studies ? Ball. Troth — with much industry — I have brought him now That he is grown-past drinking . Sim. How man ? past drinking ? Ball. I mean , he is grown perfect in that science . Sim. But will he not forget ? Asot. No , I warrant you , I know I shan't forget , because i' th morning I ne're remember what I did o're night . Sim. How feeds my boy ? Ball. Troth well : I never met A stomack of more valour , or a tooth Of such judicious knowledge . Sim. Can he wench ? ha ? Ball. To say the truth — but rawly . Asot. Rawly ? — I 'me sure I have already made my Dad a Grandsire To five and twenty — and if I do not Out of meere charity people all the Hospitalls With my stray babes , then geld me — Wo to the Parish That bribes me not to spare it . Ball. Then for the Die , He throws it with such art , so poys'd a hand , That had you left him nothing , that one mysterie Were a sufficient portion . Asot. Will you see me ? Set me a bag . These were an Usurers bones . Ball. In this behold what frailty lives in man : He that rub'd out a life to gather trash , Is after death turn'd prodigall . Sim. Throw , Asotus . Asot. Then have at all , — and 't were a million . — All ! Fortune was kinde , the precious dirt is mine . Sim. And take it boy , and this — and this beside . And 'cause desert may challenge a reward . This for your pains , deare Ballio . Ball. My endeavours , Although to my best power , — alas — come short Of any merit ; Sir you make me blush , And this reward but chides my insufficiency . Pray urge it not . Sim. A modest — honest — honest man : I 'le double it — in faith I will — I am The joyfull'st father ! Ball. See how the goodman weeps ! Asot. So he will weep his gold away , no matter . Sim. Come hither deare , come , let me kisse my sonne . Asot. There 's a sweet kisse indeed , this 't is to want A Tutour ; had you had my education , You would have ta'ne me by the lilie hand , Then gaz'd a while upon my flaming eyes , As wondring at the lustre of their orbes ; Then humbly beg in language strow'd with flowers , To taste the cherries of my ruby lippe . God-a-mercy for this , Tutour . Sim. I am orejoy'd , I am orejoy'd . Exit Simo .
SCEN. II. Asotus , Ballio . Asot. WEll , go thy waies , I may have a thousand fathers , And never have the like : — Well pockets , well , Be not so sad , though you are heavy now , You shall be lighter . Ball. Pupill , I must tell you , I do repent the losse of those good houres , And would call back the study I have ta'ne In morall Alchymie , to extract a Gentleman Almost out of a dunghill . Still do I see So much of peasant in you ? Asot. Angry , Tutour ? Ball. Teem'd my Invention all this while for this ? No better issue of my labouring brain , After so many and such painfull throe's ? Another sinne like this , and be transform'd Meere clown again . Asot. The reason , deare Instructour . Ball. Have I not open'd to you all the mysteries , The precise rules , and axiomes of Gentilitie ? And all methodicall ? Yet you still so dull , As not to know you print eternall stains Upon your honour , and corrupt your bloud ( That cost me many a minute the refining ) By carrying your own money ? See these Breeches , A pair of worthy , rich , and reverent Breeches , Lost to the fashion by a lump of drosse . I 'le be your bailiffe rather . Asot. Out infection . Ball. Who , that beheld those hose , could e're suspect They would be guilty of mechanick mettall ? What 's your vocation ? Trade you for your self ? Or else whose Journeyman , or Prentice are you ? Asot. Pardon me , Tutour : for I do repent , And do protest hereafter I will never Weare any thing that jingles — but my spurres . Ball. This is gentile . Asot. A way mechanick trash : I 'le kick thee sonne of earth : — Thus will I kick thee , — For torturing my poore father — Dirt avant — I do abandon thee . Ball. Blest be thy generous tongue . But who comes here ? This office must be mine : I 'le make you fair account of every drachme . Asot. I 'le not endure the trouble of account : Say all is spent , — and then we must have more .
SCEN. III . Tyndarus , Asotus , Ballio . Tyn. WHat Fury shot a viper through my soul To poison all my thoughts ? Civill dissension Warres in my bloud : here Love with thousand bowes And twenty thousand arrows layes his siege To my poore heart ; which , man'd with nought but fear , Denies the great god entrance . O Evadne ! Canst thou that risest fairer then the morn , Set blacker then the evening ? — Weak jealousie ! — Did e're thy prying and suspicious sight Finde her lippe guilty of a wanton smile ? Or one lascivious glance dart from her eye ? The blushes of her cheeks are innocent , Her carriage sober , her discourse all chaste ; No toyish gesture , no desire to see The publick shows , or haunt the Theatre . She is no popular Mistresse , all her kisses Do speak her Virgin , such a bashfull heat At severall tides ebbes , flowes ; flowes , ebbes again , As 't were afraid to meet our wilder flame . But if all this be cunning , ( as who knows The sleights of Sirens ? ) and I credulous fool Train'd by her songs to sink in her embraces ; I were undone for ever — wretched Tyndarus ! Asot. Ha , ha , ha , he . This is an arrant Coxcombe , That 's jealous of his wife ere he has got her , And thinks himself a Cuckold before marriage . Ballio . Want of a Tutour makes unbridled youth Run wildely into passions . You have got A skilfull Pilot ( though I say it , Pupill ) One that will steer both you , and your estate Into safe harbour . — Pray , observe his humour . Tyn. Away foul sin . — 'T is Atheisme to suspect A devil lodg'd in such divinity . Call snow unchaste , and say the ice is wanton , If she be so . No , my Evadne , no , I know thy soul as beauteous as thy face . That glorious outside which all eyes adore , Is but the fair shrine of a fairer saint . O pardon me thy penitent infidell : By thy fair eyes ( from whom this little world Borrows that light it has ) I henceforth vow , Never to think sinne can be grown so bold As to assault thy soul . Asot. This fellow , Tutour , Waxes and wanes a hundred times in a minute : In my conscience he was got in the change o' th' Moon .
SCEN. IIII . Chremylus , Dypsas , Asotus , Ballio , Tyndarus . Dyp. ROt in thy grave , thou dotard , I defie thee . Curst be our day of marriage : shall I nurse And play the mother to anothers brat ? And she to nose my daughter ? — Take Evadne Your prety-precious-by-blow-fair Evadne , The minion of the town : go — and provide her A place i' th' Spittle . Chrem. Gentle wife , have patience . Dyps. Let them have patience that can have patience . For I will have no patience — S'lid . Patience ? patience ? Chrem. You know her daughter to our dearest friend : And should my sonne committed to his care Thus suffer as the poore Evadne does : The gods were just so to revenge her wrong . Dyp. I will not have my house afflicted with her , She ha's more suitours then a prety wench in an Universitie , While my daughter ha's leisure enough to follow her needle . Chrem. Wife , I must tell you y' are a peevish woman . Dyp. And I must tell you y' are an arrant Coxcombe To tell me so . My daughter nos'd by a slut ? Asot. There will be a quarrell , Tutour : do you take The old mans part , I am o' th' womans side . Chrem. Were every vein in poore Evadne fill'd With bloud deriv'd from those , whose ancestours Transmitted in that bloud a hate to us , A lineall hate to all our family ; Yet trusted to my care she is my daughter , And shall share equall blessings with mine own . Dyp. Then a perpetuall noise shall fill thy house , I will not let thee sleep , nor eat , nor drink , But I will torture thee with a peal of chiding . Thou shalt confesse the troubled sea more calm : That thunder with lesse violence cleaves the aire : The ravens , schreech-owls , and the mandrakes voice Shall be thy constant musick — I can talk . Thy friends that come to see thee , shall grow deaf With my loud clamours . Heaven be prais'd for tongue , No woman in all Thebes is better weapon'd : And 't shall be sharper ; or were any member Not dead besides my tongue , I would employ it In thy just torment . I am vext to think , My best revenge age hath prevented now , Else every man should read it in thy brow . Chrem. I will not winde you up , deare larum : Go , Run out your line at length , and so be quiet . Exit Chremylus .
SCEN. V. Dypsas , Tyndarus , Asotus , Ballio . Tyn. HEre is an argument , Tyndarus , to incite And tempt thy free neck to the yoke of Love . Are these the joyes we reap i' th' nuptiall bed ? First in thy bosome warm the snake , and call The viper to thy arms — O gentle death , There is no sleep blest and secure but thine . Wives are but fair afflictions : sure this woman Was woo'd with protestations , oaths , and vows As well as my Evadne ; thought as fair , As wise and vertuous as my soul speaks her : And may not she or play the hypocrite now ? Or after turn Apostate ? — Guilty thoughts Disturb me not . For were the sex a sinne , Her goodnesse were sufficient to redeem And ransome all from slander . Dyp. Gentle Sir , I pity the unripenesse of your age . That cast your love upon a dangerous rock . My daughter ! — But I blush to owne the birth , And curse the wombe so fruitfull to my shame . You may be wise and happy — or repent . Exit Dypsas .
SCEN. VI. Tyndarus , Asotus , Ballio . Asot. THis woman is a devil , for she hates her own children . Ball. In what an extasie stands that grieved wight ? Asot. In troth I shall into compunction melt . Will not a cup of Lesbian liquour rowze His frozen spirits to agilitie ? Ball. Spoke like a sonne of Aesculapius ! Asot. My fathers angels guard thee . We have gold To cure thy dumps , although we do not mean It should profane these breeches . Sure his soul Is gone upon some errand , and has left The corps in pawn till it come back again . Tyn. Cold jealousie , I shall account thee now No idle passion , when the wombe that bare her Shall plead her guilt , I must forget her name . Fly from my memory , I will drink oblivion To loose the loath'd Evadne . Asot. Generous Sir , A pottle of Elixar at the Pegasus Bravely carouz'd is more restorative . My Tutour shall disburse . Tyn. Good impertinent . Asot. Impertinent ? Impertinent in thy face . Danger accrues upon the word Impertinent ! Tutour , draw forth thy fatall steel , and slash Till he devoure the word Impertinent . Ball. The word Impertinent will not beare a quarrell : The Epithite of Good hath mollified it . Asot. We are appeas'd . — Be safe — I say — Be safe . Tyn. Be not rash , Tyndarus . This malicious woman May as well hate her daughter , as her husband . I am too suddain to conclude her false On such sleight witnesse . Shall I think the Sunne Has lost his crown of light , because a cloud Or envious night hath cast a robe of darknesse 'Twixt the worlds eye and mine - ? Asot. Canst thou , royall boy , Burn out the remnant of a day with us ? Tyn. I am resolv'd upon a safer triall . Sir , you are Courtly , and no doubt the Ladies Fall out about you : for those rare perfections Can do no lesse then ravish . Asot. I confesse — I cannot walk the streets , but straight the females Are in a tumult — I must leave thee , Thebes , Lest I occasion civill warres to rage Within thy walls — I would be loth to ruine My native soil . Ball. Sir , what with my instructions , He has the wooing character . Tyn. Could you now But pull the maiden-blossomes of a rose Sweet as the spring it buds in , fair Evadne ; Or gain her promise , and that grant confirm'd By some sleight jewell , I shall vow my self Indebted to the service , and live yours . Asot. She cannot stand the fury of my siege . Ball. At first assault he takes the female fort . Aso.

And ride , loves conquerour , through the streets of Thebes . I 'le tell you , Sir : You would not think how many gentlemen-ushers have , and daily do endanger their little legs , by walking early and late to bring me visits from this Ladie , and that Countesse . Heaven pardon the sinne ! Ne're a man in this city has made so many chambermaids loose their voices , as I ha' done .

Tyn.

As how , I pray ?

Asot.

By rising in the cold night to let me in to their Madam . If you heare a waiting-woman coughing , follow her : she will infallibly direct you to some that has been a mistresse of mine .

Ball. I have read loves tactiques to him , and he knows The military discipline of wooing . To rank and file his kisses : How to muster His troops of complements , and — Tyn. I do beleeve you . Go on — return victorious . O poore-heart , What sorrows dost thou teem with ! Here she comes .
SCEN. VII. Tyndarus , Asotus , Ballio , Evadne . Tyn. ANd is it possible so divine a goddesse Should fall from heaven to wallow here in sinne With a Babion as this is ? — My Evadne , Why should a sadnesse dwell upon this cheek To blast the tender roses ? spare those teares To pitie others , thy unspotted soul Has not a stain in 't to be wash't away With penitent waters . Do not grieve , thy sorrows Have forc'd mine eyes too to this womanish weaknesse . Asot. A prety enemie . I long for an encounter . Who would not be valiant to fight under such colours ? Evad. My lord , 't is guilt enough in me to challenge A sea of teares , that you suspect me guilty . I would your just sword would so courteous be As to unrip my heart ; there you shall read In characters sad lovers use to write , Nothing but innocence and true faith to you . Tyn. I have lost all distrust , seal me my pardon In a chaste turtles kisse . The doves that draw The rosie chariot of the Queen of love , Shall not be link't in whiter yokes then we . Come let us kisse , Evadne . — Out temptation ! There was too much , and that too wanton heat In thy lascivious lip — Go to the stews , I may perchance be now and then a customer , But do abjure thee from my chaster sheets . Exit Tyndarus .
SCEN. VIII. Evadne , Ballio , Asotus . Evad. THen from the world abjure thy self , Evadne , And in thy quiet death secure the thoughts Of troubled Tyndarus . — My womanish courage Could prompt me on to die , were not that death Doubled in loosing him . Th' Elysian fields Can be no paradise while he 's not there : The walks are dull without him . Asot. Such a qualm O' th' sudden . Ball. Fie , turn'd coward ? Resolution Is the best sword in warre . Asot. Then I will on , And boldly . — Yet — Ball. What ? will you lose the day E're you begin the battell ? Asot. Truely , Tutour , I have an ague takes me every day , And now the cold fit 's on me . Ball. Go home and blush , Thou sonne of fear . Asot. Nay , then I 'le venture on Were she ten thousand strong . Hail heavenly Queen Of beauty , most illustrious Cupids daughter Was not so fair . Ball. His mother . Asot. 'T is no matter . The silly damsell understands no Poetrie . Daigne me thy lippe as blue as azure bright . Ball. As red as ruby bright . Asot. What 's that to th' purpose ? Is not azure blue , as good as ruby red ? Evad. It is not charitable mirth to mock A wretched Ladies griefs . The gods are just , And may requite you with a scorn as great , As that you throw on me . Asot. Not kisse a Gentleman ? And my father worth thousands ? — Resolution Spurre me to brave atchievements . Evad. Such a rudenesse Some Ladies by the valour of their servants Could have redeem'd . — Ungentle god of love , Write not me down among the happier names , I onely live a martyr in thy flames . Exit . Asot. This is such a masculine feminine gender ! Ball. She is an Amazon both stout and tall . Asot. Yet I got this by strugling . If I fit you not , a diamound ring out of her eare . Proud squeamish coynesse ! Tutour , such an itch Of kissing runnes all o're me . I 'le to Phryne , And fool away an houre or two in dalliance . Ball. Go , I must stay to wait on fair Techmessa , Who is as jealous of young Pamphilus , As Tyndarus of Evadne . Asot. Surely , Tutour , I must provide me a suit of jealousie : It will be all the fashion .
SCEN. IX. Techmessa , Ballio . Tech. BLesse me ! what uncouth fancies tosse my brain ? As in yon' arbour sleep had cloz'd mine eies , Me thought within a flowrie plain were met A troup of Ladies , and my self was one . Amongst them rose a challenge , whose soft foot Should gentliest presse the grasse and quickest run . The prize for which they strove , the heart of Pamphilus . The victory was doubtfull . All perform'd Their course with equall speed , and Pamphilus Was chosen judge to end the controversie . Me thought he shar'd his heart , and dealt a piece To every Lady of the troup , but me : It was unkindly done . Ball. I have descried Tech. What , Ballio ? Ball. A frost in his affections To you , — but heat above the rage of Dog-dayes To any other peticoat in Thebes . I do not think but were the pox a woman , He would not stick to court it . Tech. O my soul ! Thou hast descried too much . — How sweet it is To live in ignorance ? Ball. I did sound him home . And with such words profan'd your reputation , Would whet a cowards sword . One that ne're saw you Rebuk'd my slanderous tongue . I feel the crab-tree still , While he sat still unmov'd . Tech. It cannot be . Ball. I 'le undertake he shall resigne his weapon , And forsweare steel in any thing but knives , Rather then venture one small scratch to salve Your wounded honour : or to prove you chaste , Encounter with a pin . Tech. I am no common mistresse , nor have need To entertain a multitude of champions To draw in my defence . — Yet had he lov'd me , He could not heare me injur'd with such patience . Ballio , one triall more : bring me his sword Rather resign'd then drawn in my defence , And I shall rest confirm'd . Ball. Here 's a fine businesse . What shall I do ? go to a cutlers shop , And buy a sword like that . O 't will not do . Tech. Will you do this ? Ball. It is resolv'd . I will One way or other . Wit , at a dead lift help me .
SCEN. X. Paegnium , Techmessa , Ballio . Paeg. MAdam , the wretched Pamphilus ! Tech. What of him ? Paeg. Is through your cruelty and suspicion dead . Ball. That news revives me . Tech. Haste , Techmessa then : What dost thou here when Pamphilus is dead ? Cast off this robe of clay my soul , and flie To overtake him , bear him company To the Elysian groves : the journey thither Is dark and melancholy : do not suffer him To go alone . Paeg. Madam , I joy to see With how much sorrow you receive his death . I will restore you comfort : Pamphilus lives . Ball. If Pamphilus live , then Ballio 's dead again . Tech. Do you put tricks upon me ? we shall have you On a little counterfeit sorrow , and a few drops Of womans teares , go and perswade your master I am deeply in love with him . Paeg. If you be not , You ought in justice . Tech. I 'le give thee a new feather And tell me what were those three Ladies names Your master entertain'd last night . Paeg Three Ladies ! Tech. You make it strange now . Paeg. Madam , by all oaths My master bears a love so firmly constant To you , and onely you ; he talks , thinks , dreams Of nothing but Techmessa . When he heares The sound of your blest name , he turns Chamaeleon , And lives on that sweet aire . Here he has sent me he layes down his sword , to pull out his letters . With letters to you ; which I should deliver I know not , nor himself : for first he writes , And when that letter likes him not , begins A second stile , and so a third and fourth , And thus proceeds , then reades 'um over all , And knows not which to send : perchance tears all . The paper was not fair enough to kisse So white a hand , that letter was too big , A line uneven , all excuse prevail'd , Language , or phrase , or word , or syllable , That he thought harsh and rough . I have heard him wish Above all blessings heaven can bestow ( So strange a fancie has affection taught him ) That he might have a quill from Cupids wing Dipt in the milk of Venus , to record Your praises and his love . I have brought you here Whole packets of affection . Ball. Blessed occasion ! he steals away the sword . Here is a conquest purchas'd without bloud . Though strength and valour fail us , yet we see There may a field be won by policie . Exit . Tech. Go , Paegnium , tell your master I could wish That I was his , but bid him choose another . Tell him he has no hope e're to enjoy me , Yet bid him not despair . I do not doubt His constant love to me . Yet I suspect His zeal more fervent to some other saint . Say I receive his letters with all joy , But will not take the pains to read a syllable . Exit . Paeg.

If I do not think women were got with ridling , whippe me : Hocas , pocas , here you shall have me , and there you shall have me . A man cannot finde out their meaning without the siéve , and sheers . I conceive 'um now to be engendred of nothing but the winde and the weather-cock . What ? my sword gone ? Ha! Well . This same pandarly-rogue Ballio has got it ; he sows suspicions of my master here , because he cudgels him into manners . And that old scold Dypsas hires him to it . How could such a devil bring forth such an Angel as my Lady Techmessa ? unlesse it were before her fall . I know all their plots , and yet they cannot see 'um . Heaven keep me from love , and preserve my eye-sight . Go plot Enginners , plot on :

I 'le work a countermine , and 't will be brave , An old rogue over-reach'd by a young knave . Exit
ACTUS II.
SCEN. I. Asotus , Ballio . Asot. REvenge more sweet then muscadine and egges , To day I will embrace thee . Healths in bloud Are souldiers mornings draughts . Proud , proud Evadne Shall know what 't is to make a wit her foe , And such a wit as can give overthrow To male or female , be they — man or woman . This can my Tutour do , and I , or — no man . Ball. And Pamphilus shall learn by this deare knock His liberall valour late bestowed upon me , Invention lies at safer ward then wit : This sword shall teach not to provoke the cruell . Asot. And by this jemme shall I confound a jewell . S'lid , Tutour , I have a wit too , there was a jest ex tempore .
SCEN. II. Asotus , Ballio , Tyndarus . Tyn. PHysicians say , there 's no disease so dangerous As when the Patient knows not he is sick . Such , such is mine . I could not be so ill , Did I but know I were not well . The fear Of dangers but suspected , is more horrid Then present misery . I have seen a man During the storm , shake at the thoughts of death : Who when his eyes beheld a certain ruine , Died hugging of the wave . Were Evadne true I were too blest ; or could I say she 's false , I could no more be wretched . — I am well : My pulse beats musick , and my lively bloud Dances a healthfull measure . — Ha! What 's this Gnaws at my heart ? what viperous shirt of Nessus Cleaves to my skin , and eats away my flesh ? 'T is some infection — Asot. Tutour , let 's be gone . O' my life we are dead men else . Tyn. My Asotus ? Asot. Keep your infection to your self . Tyn. 'T is love Is my infection . Asot. Nay , then I care not , Tyndarus : For that is an epidemicall disease , And is the finest sicknesse in the world When it takes two together . Tyn. Deare , deare self ! How fares the darling of the age ? Say , what successe ? Asot. Did not I tell you , Sir , that I was born With a caul upon my face ? My mother wrapt me In her own smock . The females fall before me Like trembling doves before the towring hawk , While o're the spoils in triumph thus I walk . Ball. So he takes virgins with his amorous eye , As spiders web intraps the tender flie . Asot. True , Tutour , true : for I wooe 'um with cobweb-lawn . Tyn. I know the rest of women may be frail , Brittle as glasses : but my Evadne stands A rock of Parian marble , firm and pure . The crystall may be tainted , and rude feet Profane the milkie way : The Phoenix self , Although but one , — no virgin : E're I harbour Dishonourable thoughts of that bright maid ! No Tyndarus , reflect upon thy self , Turn thine eyes inward , see thine own unworthinesse That does thy thoughts to this suspicion move : She loves thee not , 'cause thou deserv'st no love . Asot. I do not know where the inchantment lies , Whether it be the magick of mine eyes , Or lip , or cheek , or brow : — but I suppose The conjuration chiefly in my nose . Evadne , Sir , is mine , and woo'd me first . Troth 't is a pretie lasse ; and for a woman She courts in handsome words , and now and then A polite phrase , and such a feeling appetite , That having not a heart of flint or steel , As mine 's an easier temper , — I consented To give her , in the way of almes , a night Or so : — You guesse the meaning . Tyn. Too too well . And must her lust break into open flames , To lend the world a light to view her shames ? Could not she taste her Page ? or secretly Admit a tuft-back'd Groom into her arms ? Or practise with her Doctour , and take Physick In a close room ? But thus , good heavens , to take Her stallions up i' th' streets ! While sin is modest It may be healed ; but if it once grow impudent , The fester spreads above all hopes of cure . I never could observe so strange a boldnesse In my Evadne . I have seen her cheeks Blush , as if modesty her self had there Layn in a bed of corall . — But how soon Is vertue lost in women ! Ball. Mistake us not , Deare Tyndarus , Evadne may be chaste To all the world — but him . And as for him , Diana's self , or any stricter goddesse Would loose the Virgin-zone . I have instill'd Magnetique force into him , that attracts Their iron hearts , and fashions them like steel Upon the anvile , to what shape he please . He knows the minute , the precise one minute , No woman can hold out in . Come to me , Sir , I 'le teach you in one fortnight by Astrologie To make each Burgesse in all Thebes — your cuckold . Asot. As sillie lambes do fill the wolves black jaw , And fearfull harts the generous lions paw , As whales eat lesser fries ; so may you see The matrons , maids , and widows stoop to mee . Tyn. O do not hold me longer in suspence : The prisoner at the barre may with lesse fear Heare the sad sentence of his death pronounc'd , Then stand the doubfull triall . Pray confirm me . Asot. Know you this Jewel ? Tyn. O my sad heart-strings crack ! Asot. If your Evadne be a Phoenix , Tyndarus , Some ten moneths hence you may have more o' th' breed . Tyn. This did I give her , and she vow'd to keep it By all the oaths religion knew . No Deity In all the court of heaven but highly suffers In this one perjurie . The diamond Keeps his chaste lustre still , when she has foiled A glorie of more worth then all those toyes Proud folly gave such price to . Asot. This ? a prety toy ; But of no value to my other trophies That the frail tribe has sent me . Your best jewels Are to be found , Sir , in the weaker vessels , And that 's a mysterie . I have sweat out such Variety of trifles , their severall kindes Would pose a learned lapidary : my closet , By some that knew me not for Cupids favourite , Has been mistaken for a Jewellers shop . Ball. And then for ribbands , points , for knots and shoe-strings , Or to slip higher , garters , no Exchange Affords such choice of wares . Asot. Phoebus whip Thy lazy team , run headlong to the West , I long to taste the banquet of the night . Sir , if you please , when I am surfetted To take a prety breakfast of my leavings , — Tyn. Where art thou patience ? Hence contagious mists That would infect the aire of her pure fame : My sword shall purge you forth , base drosse of men , From her refined metall . Asot. Blesse me , Tutour , This is not the precise minute . Tyn. Why should I Afflict my self for her ? No , let her vanish . Shall I retain my love , when she has lost The treasure of her vertue ? Stay , perchance Her innocence may be wronged . Said I , perchance ? That doubt will call a curse upon my head To plague my unbelief . — But here 's a witnesse Of too too certain truth stands up against her . Me thinks the flame that burnt so bright dies in me . I am no more a captive , I have shak'd My fetters off , and broke those gyves of steel That bound me to my thraldome . — My fair prison Adiew . — How sweetly breaths this open aire ? My feet grown wanton with their libertie , Could dance and caper till I knockt at heaven With my advanced head . Come deare Asotus , There are no pleasures but they shall be ours . We will dispeople all the elements To please our palates . Midnight shall behold Our nightly cups , and weare a blacker mask , As envious of our jollities . The whole sex Of women shall be ours . Merchants shall proffer Their tender brides . Mothers shall run and fetch Their daughters ( e're they yet be ripe ) to satisfie Our liquorish lusts . Then Tityrus happy call , That loosing one fair maid has purchas'd all . Asot. You have an admirable methode , Tutour , If this fellow has not been i' my heart , I 'le be hang'd , He speaks my minde so pat . Ha , boon couragio — Ball. You see what more then miracles art can do . Tyn. And when we have runne o're the catalogue Of former pleasures , thou , and I , and Ballio Will sit and study new ones . I will raise A sect of new and rare Philosophers , Shall from my name be call'd Tyndarides . Asot. And I will raise another sect like these , That shall from me be call'd — Asotides . Tutour , my fellow Pupil here and I Must quaffe a bowl of rare philosophie , To pledge the health of his Tyndarides . Tyn. Come , blest restorer of my libertie . Asot. If any friend of yours want libertie In such a kinde as this , you may command me . For if the brave Tyndarides be not free , Th' Asotides shall grant them libertie . Tyn. We will be frolick , boy ; and e're we part , Remember thee , Thou mighty man of art . Exeunt Tyndar . & Asot.
SCEN. III . Ballio , Techmessa . Ball. THere is besides revenge a kinde of sweetnesse In acting mischief . I could hug my head , And kisse the brain that hatches such deare rogueries , Such loving loving rogueries . — Silly Pamphilus , With thine own sword I 'le kill thee , and then trample On the poore foolish carcase . Techmessa here ? Then fortune wait on my designes , and crown 'um With a successe as high as they deserve . Tech. Me thinks sometimes I view my Pamphilus Cloth'd Angel-like in white , and spotlesse robes , And straight upon a sudden my chang'd fancy Presents him black and horrid , all a stain , More loathsome then a leper . Ball. And that fancy Presents him in his likenesse . All the sinks And common shores in Thebes are cleanly to him . Tech. Peace , thou foul tongue . Ball. Nay , if you be so squeamish , I ha' no womanish itch to prate . — Farewell . Tech. Nay , do not leave me unresolv'd , good Ballio . Ball. Why , I did set you out in more vile colours Then ever cunning pencill us'd to limbe , Witch , hag , or fury with . Tech. Thou couldst not do 't , And live . Ball. I am no ghost , flesh and bloud still . I said you had a prety head of hair , And such as might do service to the State , Made into halters : that you had a brow Hung o're your eyes like flie-flaps : that your eyes Were like two powdring-tubs , either running o're , Or full of standing brine : your cheeks were sunk So low and hollow , they might serve the boyes For cherripits . — Tech. Could Pamphilus heare all this , And not his bloud turn choler ? Ball. This ? and more . I said your nose was like a hunters horn , And stood so bending up a man might hang His hat upon 't : that I mistook the yeare , And alwayes thought it Winter , when I saw Two icicles at your nostrils . Tech. Have I lost All woman , that I can with patience heare My self thus injur'd ? Ball. I could beat my self For speaking it , but 't was to sound him , Madam . I said you had no neck : your chin and shoulders Were so good friends , they would ha' nothing part 'um : I vow'd your breasts , for colour and proportion , Were like a writheld pair of o're worn footballs : Your waste was slender , but th' ambitious buttock Climbes up so high about , who sees you naked Might sweare you had been born with a vardingal . Tech. I am e'ne frighted with thy strange description . Ball. I left , asham'd and weary : he goes on , There be more chops and wrinckles in her lips , Then on the earth in heat of Dog-dayes : and her teeth Look like an old park-pale : She has a tongue Would make the deaf man blesse his imperfection That frees him from the plague of so much noise : And such a breath ( heaven shield us ) as out-vies The shambles and bear-garden for a sent . Tech. Was ever such a fury ? Ball. For your shoulders , He thinks they were ordain'd to underprop Some beam o' th' Temple , and that 's all the use Religion can make of you : Then your feet , For I am loth to give the full description , He vowes they both are cloven . Tech. Had all malice Dwelt in one tongue , it could not scandall more . Is this the man adores me as his saint ? And payes his morning orisons at my window Duly as at the Temple ? Is there such hypocrisie In loves religion too ? Are Venus doves But white dissemblers ? Is this that Pamphilus That shakes and trembles at a frown of mine , More then at thunder ? I must have more argument Of his apostasie , or suspect you false . Ball. Whose sword is this ? Tech. 'T is his . And this I tied About the hilt , and heard him sweare to fight Under those colours , the most faithfull souldier The fields of Mars or tents of Cupid knew . False men , resigne your arms . Let us go forth Like bands of Amazons : for your valours be Not upright fortitude , but treacherie . Ball. I urg'd him in a language of that boldnesse , As would have fir'd the chillest veins in Thebes , To stand in your defence , or els resigne The fruitlesse steel he wore . He bid me take it . He had not so much of Knight errant in him , To vow himself champion to such a doxie . Tech. Then Love , I shoot thy arrows back again , Return 'um to thy quiver , guide thy arm To wound a breast will say the dart is welcome , And kisse the golden pile . I am possest With a just anger , Pamphilus shall know My scorn as high as his . Ball. Bravely resolv'd . Madam , report not me to Pamphilus Authour of this : for valour should not talk , And fortitude would loose it self in words . Tech. I need no other witnesse then his sword .
SCEN. IIII . Ballio , Asotus , Tyndarus , Techmessa . Tyn. TEchmessa ? never did I understand The sweets of life till now . I will pronounce This for my birth-day . Tech. And this happy minute Has clear'd my soul too of the same disease . Asot. Then do as Tyndarus did , and go with me , Wee 'l drink a pottle to Libertie , and another Pottle to th' Asotides , and a pottle to the Tyndarides , And a fourth to the She-philosophers ycleped — Techmessides .
SCEN. V. Ballio , Asotus , Tyndarus , Techmessa , Pamphilus . Tyn. PAmphilus , welcome : Shake thy sorrows off , Why in this age of freedome dost thou sit A captiv'd wretch ? I do not feel the weight Of clay about me . Am I not all aire ? Or of some quicker element ? I have purg'd out All that was earth about me , and walk now As free a soul as in the separation . Pam. Brother , if any stream of joy can mix With such a sea of grief as mine , and loose not His native sweetnesse , 't is a joy for you . But I am all bitternesse . Ball Now , Asotus , The Comedie begins . Pam. When will my sufferings Make my atonement with my angry goddesse ? Do you celestiall forms retain an anger Eternall as your substance ? Tech. O fine hair ! An amorous brow , a prety lovely eye , A most delicious cheek , a handsome nose ! How Nectar-sweet his lips are ? and his teeth , Like two fair ivory pales , inclose a tongue Made up of harmonie . Then he has a chin So full of ravishing dimples , it were pity A beard should overgrow it : and his feet Past all expression comely . Pam. Do not adde Contempt to cruelty . Madam , to insult Upon a prostrate wretch , is harder tyranny Then to have made him so . Tech. And then a shoulder Straight as the pine or cedar . Pam. Courteous death Take wings , thou art too slow . Tech. I could not heare Those precious parts defam'd , but I durst fight In the just quarrell . Tyn. 'T is a touchy Tiger . How happy am I that have scap't the dens Of these she-wolves ! Ball. Now my safetie lies Upon a ticklish point — a womans secrecie . Madam , my reputation is deare to me . Pam. In what a maze I wander ! how my sorrows Run in a labyrinth ! Tech. I 'le unriddle it . Ball. St , St. The honour of a man at arms . Tech. Then know , thou perjur'd Pamphilus , I have learnt Neglect from thee . Pam. Madam , I am all love : And if the violence of my flame had met With any heart but marble , I had taught it Some spark of my affection . Ball. Now it heats . Tech. No doubt the flame is violent , and must work Upon a breast so capable as mine . Asot.

I think Cupid be turn'd jugler . Here 's nothing but Hocas pocas , Praestò be gon , Come again Jack ; and such feats of activitie .

Tech. But I must tell you , you are false and perjur'd , Or , what is more , a coward . Tell me , Sir , To Asotus . For I suppose you of a nobler soul . If you should heare your mistresse by rude tongues Wrong'd in the graces both of minde and beauty , Could you have suffered it ? Asot. Madam , were you made From bones of Hercules , and brawn of Atlas , And daughter were to Gargantua great , And wrong my mistresse : you should heare my rage Provoke my blade , and cry , Blade , canst thou sleep In peacefull scabbard ? Out thou beast of terrour , And lion-like roar this disdainfull wight To Plutoes shades and ghosts of Erebus . Tech. Yet you , my valiant champion , could resigne This ( if you know it ) rather then endure The terrour of your own steel , to redeem My bleeding honours . Pam. How am I betray'd , And fall'n into the toyles of treacherie ! Give me a man bold as that earth-born race That bid Jove battell , and besieg'd the gods ; And if I make him not creep like a worm Upon his belly , and with reverence Lick up the dust you scatter from your shoe , May I for ever loose the light I live in , The sight of you . Tec.

I 'le try your spirits , Phronesium , Enter Phrones . & exit rursus , & statim intrat cum gladio

Tyn. That bloud of goats should soften Adamant ! And poore weak woman with an idle face Should make the souldier to forget his valour , And man his sex ! Enter Phronesium .
SCEN. VI. Ballio , Tyndarus , Asotus , Techmessa , Pamphilus , Phronesium . Tech.

HEre 's a champion for you .

Phron. Come , Sir , this sword be yours , and if you dare Maintain-the lists against me , as I fear Your bloud is whey by this time , by your valour You may redeem your honour , and your sword . Asot.

This is another Hercules come from the distaff .

Phron. If not , I do proclaim thee here , no Knight , But meane to post thee up for a vile varlet , And the disgrace of Chivalrie . Pam.

O my shame !

Asot.

A dainty Lady errant .

Ball. A fine piece Of female fortitude . Phron. If this stirre thee not , Thy mistresse is the blemish of her sex , A dirtie filthy huswife . Pam. Would it were not Dishonour now to kill thee ! Phron. If your valour Lie in your back-parts , I will make experience Whether a kick will raise it . Pray go fetch him Some aqua vitae : for the thought of steel Has put him in a swound : Nothing revive you ? Then will I keep thy sword , and hang it up Amongst my busk-points , pins , and curling-irons . Bodkins , and vardingals , a perpetuall trophie Exit Phron . How brave a Knight you are . Pam. Where shall I run And finde a desert , that the foot of man Nere wandred in , to hide from the worlds eyes My shame ! S'death , every Page , and sweaty Footman , And sopie chambermaid will point and laugh at me . Tyn. I joy to think that I shall meet Evadne Turn'd on the sudden Moor . How black and vile She will appeare !
SCEN. VII. Ballio , Tyndarus , Asotus , Techmessa , Pamphilus , Evadne . Tyn. O Heavens ! who will not dare Henceforth to scorn your powers , and call sacriledge Merit and pietie ? I do not see A hair deform'd , no tooth or nail sustain The brand of her deserved shame . You punish't The Queen of beauty with a mole ; but certainly Her perjury hath added to her form , And that the abused gods bribe her with beauty , As th' wrack'd tenant strives to buy the favour Of his imperious Landlord . Evad. Gentle Tyndarus , Load not weak shoulders with too great a burthen . Tyn. O lust ! on what bright altars blaze thy flames , While chastity lets her cold fires glow out In deform'd temples , and on ruin'd altars ! Tempt me not strumpet , you that have your hirelings , And can with jewels , rings , and other toyes Purchase your journeymen-letchers . Evad. My chaste eare Has been a stranger to such words as these , I have not sinne enough to understand 'um , And wonder where my Tyndarus learnt that language . Tyn. I am turn'd eagle now , and have an eye Dares boldly gaze on that adulterate sunne . I must be short . Who must this ring direct Into your guilty sheets ? Evad. I do not know How I should lose that pledge of my Lords love : But 't is not in the power of any thief To steal away the heart I have vowed yours : And would to all the gods I had kept it there ! Asot. Come , blush not bashfull bellipiece — I will meet thee . I ever keep my word with a fair lady . I will requite that jewell with a richer . The glorious heavens arayd in all their starres Shall not outshine thee . Be not , girle , asham'd . These are acquainted with it . I would vex 'um To night with the remembrance of those sports We shall enjoy , then pleasures double rise When both we feed , and they shall Tantalize . Evad. It is not manly in you , Sir , to ruine A virgins fame , with hazard of your own . Asot. Tut , lasse , no matter , we 'le be manly anon . Tyn. A fine dissembler ! ha ! what tumults here ? Enter Paegnium and officers .
SCEN. VIII. Ballio , Tyndarus , Asotus , Techmessa , Evadne , Pamphilus , Tyndarus , Paegnium , and officers . Paeg.

THat 's he , I charge you apprehend the villain .

1. Offic.

Villain , we reprehend thee .

Ball.

Slaves , for what ?

2. Offic.

For an arrant cutpurse : you stole away this little Gentlemans sword ; and being done by chance-medly , 't is flat felony by statute .

Pam. I thank thee Innocence . Though earth disclaim Thy title , heaven denies thee not protection . Paeg. Confesse , or I will have thee instantly Hang'd for a signe on thine own post . Ball. Well , villany Thou wilt not thrive . Sir , for 't was you I wrong'd : I do confesse the sword by which I rais'd So strange a scandal on you , was by me Stoln from your Page , as he delivered letters From you to your Techmessa ; and the plot Was fashion'd by her mother , though ill fortune Made me th' unlucky instrument . Asot. Cursed Tutour , Thou hast read nothing to me worth the learning , But the high-way to th' gallows . There shall we Hang up like vermine . Little did I think To make the women weep and sob to see Th' untimely end of two such proper men . This mouth was never made to stand awry , And sure my neck was long enough before . Lady , upon my humbled knees I beg Pardon for faults committed , I acknowledge That striving with fellonious intent To steal a kisse or two from your sweet lips , From your sweet eare I stole a ring away . Paeg. For which your sweet neck must endure the halter . Tyn. I am again thy servant , mighty love ! O my Evadne , how shall I appeare So bold as but to plead in mine own cause ? It is so foul that none can seal my pardon , But you that should condemne me . Evad. Sir , you know The power I have is yours : be your own judge , And seal your pardon here . Tyn. 'T is double life Granted by such a seal . Tech. What punishment Shall we inflict on these ? Asot. Gentle Ladie , E'ne what you please , — but hanging , — that 's a death My enemies will hit me in the teeth with . Besides , it makes a man look like a Cat When she cries mew . Ball. I 'le bark and bite awhile Before the dogs death choak me . Asot. Pray dismisse This pack of hounds : and since we both are guilty , Let us bestow on one anothers shoulders The good and wholsome counsell of a cudgell . Paeg.

Pray let me intercede .

Asot.

Thanks , prety little Gentleman .

Tyn.

Officers , you are discharged .

Asot. Are the madde dogs gone ? Exeunt officers . Come Tutour , I must read awhile to you Under correction . — Not so hard , good Tutour . Tyn.

Enough .

Asot. Nay , one bout I beseech you more To make up satisfaction . Ball. Well for this I 'le have one engine more , my bad intents Mend not , but gather strength by punishments . Tyn. Your satisfaction now is full and ample . Asot. Nay , we must have the health i' th' crabtree-cup too : One to th' Tyndarides , another to th' Asotides , And one , my deare instructour , to the Techmessides . Pam. Nay , now your penance doth exceed your crime . Asot. Say you so ? nay , then here 's a health to the Pamphilides too : And for his noble sake , to the Evadnides , And all Philosophy sects what e're they be . Evad. Your justice to your selves is too severe . Asot. Then I ha' done : farewell , and hearty thanks . But , Tutour , stay , this little Gentleman Has been forgot : — Pray , Sir , what may I call you ? Paeg.

My name is Paegnium . —

Asot. I were most unthankfull To passe o're you . — To the Paegniades , Tutour : You have brought us to a fair passe , Tutour . Ball. Tush , 'T was but to exercise your passive valour . Asot. Your passive valour ? give me your active valour : I do not like your black and blue valour , When bones shall ake with magnanimity . Exeunt Asot. Ball . Paeg .
SCEN. IX. Tyndarus , Pamphilus , Evadne , Techmessa . Tyn. BRother , I finde my soul a troubled sea Whose billows are not fully quieted , Although the storm be over . Therefore , Pamphilus , By the same wombe that bred us , and the breasts Of our dead mother Lalage , I conjure thee , With all the charms that love can teach thee , Assault Evadnies faith : if thou report her Constant , I end my jealousie : if frail , The torrent of my love shall bend his course To finde some other chanel . Pam. By that love That made us twins , though born at severall births , That grew along with us in height and strength , I will be true . Farewell . Tyn.

Be sudden , Pamphilus . Exit Tyn.

Evad.

Me thinks this should confirm you .

Tech. That he was not Guilty of this , acquits him not of all : To prove a man free from an act of theft , Assoils him not of murder . No , no , sister , Tempt him with kisses , and what other dalliance Craft and indulgent nature hath taught woman To raise hot youth to appetite ; if he yeeld not , I will put off distrust . I do not know Whom I durst trust but you . Evad. Though mine own love Finde me enough of businesse , yet in hope That you will second me in my occasions , I undertake the task . Tech. Take heed Evadne , Lest while you counterfeit a flame , you kindle A reall fire . — I dare not be too confident . Hence will I closely pry into their actions , And overheare their language ; for if my sister See with my eyes , she cannot choose but love him In the same height with me .
SCEN. X. Pamphilus , Evadne , Techmessa in insidiis . Pam. IT grieves me that a Lady of your worth , Young , soft , and active as the spring , the starre And glory of our nation , should be prodigall Of your affections , and misplace your love On a regardlesse boy . Evad. Sir , the same pitie I must return on you . Were I a man Whom all the Ladies might grow rivals for ( As lesse you cannot be ) I would not lose My service to a Mistresse of so coy And proud an humour : — True , she is my sister , But the same wombe produces severall natures . I should have entertain'd so great a blessing With greater thankfulnesse . Pam. That my starres should be So crosse unto my happinesse ! Evad. And my fate So cruell to me ! Pam. Sweet , it is in us To turn the wheel of Fortune , she 's a goddesse That has no deity where discretion reignes . Evad.

But shall I wrong my sister ?

Pam. Do not I Give just exchange , and lose a brother for her ? Our sufferings have been equall , and their prides . They must be equall necks that can draw even In the same yoke . Evad. I have observ'd , the chariot Of the great Cyprian Queen links not together The dove with sparrows ; but the turtle joynes With turtles , and the sparrow has his mate . Pam. See if one softnesse kisse not in our lips . Evad. One lip not meets the other with more sympathy , Then yours met mine . Pam.

Let 's make the second triall .

SCEN. XI. Techmessa , Pamphilus , Evadne . Tech. I Can endure no longer , — Gentle sister . Evad. I cannot blame your jealousie : for I finde — Tech. Too much of sweetnesse in his amorous lips . There is no tie in nature , faith in bloud Is but a thing that should be . Brothers , sisters , Fathers , and mothers are but specious names Of love and dutie : you and I have been But guests in the same wombe , that at first meeting Change kinde and friendly language , and next morning Fall out before they part , or at least ride Contrary rodes . Evad. Will you then misconster The service I perform'd at your request ? Tech. Henceforth I 'le set the Kite to keep my chickens , And make the Wolf my shepheard .
SCEN. XII. Evadne , Techmessa , Pamphilus , Tyndarus . Tyn.

PAmphilus , how is 't ?

Pam. I know not how to answer thee . She met me with more courtship then I tender'd . Tech. Sir , we are both abus'd , and the same wombe That gave us life was fruitfull to our ruine . Your traitour weares the mask call'd Brother : mine As cunning a disguise , the name of Sister . These eyes are witnesse that descried 'um kissing Closer then cockles , and in lustfull twines Outbid the ivy , or the circling arms Of winding vines . Their hot embraces met So neare , and folded in so close a knot , As if they would incorporate , and grow one . Tyn. Then farewell all respect of bloud and friendship , I do pronounce thee stranger . If there can be Valour in treachery , put thy trust in steel As I do , not in brothers . — Draw , or die . Pam.

Brother .

Tyn. I hate the name , it is a word Whets my just anger to a sharper edge . Pam.

Heare me .

Tyn. I will no pleading but the sword . Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple , Or hadst the altar for security , Religion should not binde me from thy death . Couldst thou retreat into my mothers wombe , There my revenge should finde thee . I am sudden , And talk is tedious . Pam. Beare me witnesse heaven , This action is unwilling .
SCEN. XIII . Pamphilus , Tyndarus , Techmessa , Evadne , Chremylus , Dypsas . Chrem. PUt up for shame those rude unhallowed blades , And let not rash opinion of a valour Perswade you to be Parricides . Pray remember You thirst but your own bloud . He that o'recomes Loses the one half of himself . Tynd. Deare Chremylus , The reverence to your age hath tied my hands : But were my threed of life measur'd by his , I 'de cut it off , though we both fell together ; That my incensed soul might follow his , And to eternity prosecute my revenge . Pam. Brother , at your intreaty I adventured To court Evadne ; and because I found her Against my minde , too easie to my suit , Your rage falls heavie on me . Tech. On my knees I beg , deare father , cloyster me in darknesse , Or send me to the desert to converse With nothing but a wildernesse , or expose me To the cold mercy of the winde and wave , So you will free me from the company Of a false sister . Evad. Sir , with much perswasion She wrought on me to personate a love To Pamphilus , to finde if I could stagger The faith he vow'd to her . This have I done , And this so much hath moved her . Chrem. Here you see The fruits of rashnesse . Do you finde your errour ? But the foul spring from whence these bitter streams Had their first head , I fear , it from you Dypsas . Dyp. I will no more denie it , I have sown Those seeds of doubt , wishing to see dissension Ripe for the sickle — For what cause I now Forbeare to speak — but henceforth I will strive To cleare those jealousies , and conclude their loves In a blest nuptiall . Tyn. O how frail is man ! One Sunny day the exhalation reares Into a cloud : at night it falls in teares . Exeunt .
ACTUS III .
SCEN. I. Dypsas , Tyndarus . Tyn. IF it be not immodesty to demaund So bold a question ; I would be resolv'd Of one doubt yet . Dyps. Speak boldly , by all holinesse My answer shall be true . Tyn. When you were young , And lively appetite revelled in your bloud , Did you not finde rebellion in your veins ? Did not the same embraces tedious grow ? And cause a longing in your thoughts to taste Varieties of men ? Dyps. I blush , I cannot answer With a deniall ; not a proper Gentleman But forc'd my goatish eye to follow him : And when I had survey'd his parts , I would With any losse of honour , wealth , and friendship , Have bought him to my bed : and truely , Sir , 'T was cheap at any rate . Tyn. Steel'd impudence ! What fruit can I expect the bough should beare That grows from such a stock ? Dyps. I had of late A moneths minde Sir to you : Y 'ave the right make To please a Lady . Tyn. Sure this old piece of lust When she is dead will make her grave a brothell , And tempt the worms to adulterate her carcasse . Dyps. And that 's the reason I have cross'd my daughter To further mine own love . Pity me , Sir , For though the fewel 's spent , there is a spark Rak'd up i th' embers . — But I now desist . Please you to go to Ballios house , my daughter Shall meet you there — I hope that out of duty She will not grutch her mother a good turn When she is married — now and then . Tyn. Is there no house To meet at , but this Ballios ? Is Evadne Acquainted there ? is that the rendevous Of her hot meetings ? — yet I still suspect This womans malice to her childe not lost . I will bestow some time , and go to see The strange event of this dark mysterie . Exit Tyndarus .
SCEN. II. Dypsas , Ballio . Dyps.

BAllio .

Ball.

Madam .

Dyps. See your house be stor'd With the deboisest Rorers in the city Let every room be fill'd with noise and quarrelling , For Tyndarus is to meet Evadne there . You guesse the rest ; if not , this purse of gold Better inform you . Exit Dypsas . Ball. Most celestiall Lady , Though I have practised villany from my cradle And from my dugge suckt mischief more then milk , This fury still out-does me . — I am vext , Vext to the heart to see a silly woman Carry more devils in her then my self . And yet I love thee — thou she-rogue , I love thee . Had I but such a wife ; what a fine brood Of toads could I beget !
SCEN. III . Ballio , Simo . Ball. HEre comes my mole , The sonne of earth , that digs his mothers entrals To turn up treasure for his boy and me . That with industrious eyes searches to hell To buy us heaven on earth . Welcome , welcome Thou age of gold : how do the bags at home ? Are all the chests in health ? thrives the purse still ? And sayes it to the talents , Multiply ? Sim. Thanks to my providence like a swarm ! Wealth falls Not in small drops upon me , ( as at first ) But like a torrent overthrows the bank As it would threat a deluge . Were it not pity My boy should not invent sluces enow To drain the copious stream . Ball. A thousand pities ! That you should lose the fruits of so much care . Sim. True Ballio , true . Ball. Trust me , what art can do Shall not be wanting . Sim. I 'le not be ungratefull . It lies in you to turn these silver hairs To a fresh black again , and by one favour Cut forue yeares away from the gray summe . Ball. I had rather cut off all , and be our own carvers : — Aside Sir , if I had Medea's charms to boyl An aged lambe in some inchaunted caldron 'Till he start up a lambe , I would recall Your youth , and make you like the aged snake Cast off this wrinckled skin , and skip up fresh As at fifteen . Sim. All this you may and more . If you will place me where I may unseen Make my eye witnesse of my sonnes delight , I shall enjoy the pleasures by beholding 'um . Ball. True Sir , you know he 's but your second self , The same you might have been at one and twenty : The blisse is both's alike . Sim.

Most Philosophicall !

Ball.

Place your self there .

Sim. I ha' no words but these To thank you with . Ball.

This is true Rhetorick .

SCEN. IIII . Asotus , Ballio , Bomolochus , Chaerilus , Thrasymachus , Hyperbolus . Simo in angulis . Asot. COme forth my Rascalls : Let the thriving Lord Confine his family unto half a man I cleept a — Page . Our honour be attended With men of arts and arms . Captain : and Poets Shall with the Bilbow blade and Gray goose quill Grace our Retinue — And when we grow surly , Valour and wit fall prostrate at our frown , Crouch imps of Mars , and frogs of Helicon . Sim. How they adore him ! and the perilous wagge Becomes his state : To see what wealth can do , To those that have the blessing how to spend it ! Ball. Your blessing was the wealth : the art of spending He had from me . Sim.

Once more I give thee thanks .

Thras. Who dares offend thee , Lord of fortitude , And not pay homage to thy potent toe , Shall be a morsell for the dogs . Asot. Stoutly deliver'd , My brave Thrasymachus — Thou for this shalt feed . I will not suffer valour to grow lean , And march like famine . I have seen an army Of such a meagre troop , such thin-chapt starvelings , Their barking stomacks hardly could refrain From swallowing up the foe , ere they had slain him . Hyper. If thou command our service , we will die Dull earth with crimson , till the teares of orphanes , Widows and mothers wash it white again : Wee 'le strow thy walks with legs , and arms , and thighes , And pay thee tribute thousand heads a day , Fresh bleeding from the trunck : and panting hearts Not dead shall leap in thy victorious paw . Asot. Then say thou too to Hunger — Friend adieu ! Ballio condemne a bagge , let trash away , See 'um both arm'd in scarlet cap-a-pea , Strike top-sail , men of warre . Ball. We must divide : We that serve great men have no other shifts To thrive our selves but guelding our Lords guifts . Sim. Now I am rich indeed , this is true treasure . Asot. Ha! has Melpomene ta'ne cold of late , That you are silent , my Parnassian beagles ? Is Clio dumbe ? or has Apollos Jewes-trump By sad disaster lost her melodious tongue ? Chaer. Your praise all tongues desire to speak : but some , Nay all I fear , for want of art grow dumbe : The harp of Orpheus blushes for to sing , And sweet Amphions voice hath crack't a string . Asot. A witty solecisme reward the errour ! harp and sing , voice and string . Bom. Give me a breath of thunder , let me speak Sonorous accents , till their clamours break Rocks with the noise obstreperous . I will warble Such bounsing notes shall cleave obdurate marble Upon mount Caucasus heavens knocking head , Boreas shall blow my trumpet , till I spread Thy fame , grand Patron of the thrice three sisters , Till envies eares shall heare it and have blisters . Asot. O rare close , a high sublime conceit ! For this I 'le sheath thee in a new serge scabbard Blade of the fount Pegasean . Sim. What an honour Will our bloud come to ! — I have satisfied For all the Orphanes , Widows , and what others My sacred hunger hath devour'd . Asot. Ballio Blesse him with twentie drachmes — yet forbeare : Money may spoyl his Poetry . Give 's some wine , Here is a whetstone both for wit and valour . A health to all my beads-men of the sword . Thr. Hyp. This will ingage the men of arms to fight . Asot. This to the Muses , and their threed-bare tribe . Cher. Bom. Thou dost ingage the learned troops to write . Asot. Go sonnes of Mars , with young Apollos brood , And usher in my Venus : wine hath warm'd My bloud , and wak'd it to an itch of sporting . Exeunt Bom. Hyp. Chaer . Thr. for to fetch in Phr. Asot. the while is putting on his armour . Ball. Some twentie ages hence 't will be a question Which of the two the world will reverence more : You for a thriving father , or Asotus So liberall a sonne . Sim. Good , Ballio , good : But which will they preferre ? Ball. They cannot , Sir , But most admire your fist , which grip'd so much That made his hand so open . Sim. Gracious starres , How blest shall I be twentie ages hence ! Some twentie ages hence . Ball. You shall be call'd A doting Coxcombe twentie ages hence .
SCEN. III . Chaerilus , Bomolochus before personating 2 Mercuries , Phrine in an antique robe and coronet guarded in by Hyperbolus and Thrasimachus . Asot. HOw bright and glorious are the beams my starre Darts from her eye ! Lead up , my Queen of beauty ! But in a softer march , sound a retreat : Lead on again , I 'le meet her in that state The god of warre puts on , when he salutes The Cyprian Queen — these that were once the postures Of horrid battells , are become the muster Of love and beauty . Say sweet brace of Mercuries , Is she th' — Olympique or the Paphian goddesse ? Ball Where are you Sir , where are you ? Sim.

In Elysium , in Elysium .

Chaer. This is no goddesse of th' — Olympique hall Bom. Nor may you her of Neptunes issue call . Chaer. For she nor Siren is nor Amphitrite . Bom. Nor wood-nymph that in forrest takes delight . Chaer.

Nor is she Muse .

Bom.

Nor Grace .

Chaer. Nor is she one of these That haunt the springs the beauteous Naiades . Bom. Nor Flora , Lady of the field is she . Chaer. Nor bright Pomona the Orchards deitie . Bom.

No , she is none of these .

Chaer. Oh then prepare To heare her blessed name . Both .

'T is Phryne fair .

Asot. Phryne the fair ? Oh peace ! if this be she , Go forth , and sing the world a lullabie . For thy deare sake in whom is all delight , I will no more the trembling nations fright With bellowing drummes , and grones of slaughter'd men . My father brings the golden age again . Phryn. Pardon me , dreadfull deitie of warre , 'T was love of you that forc'd me from my sphere , And made me leave my Orbe without her influence , To meet you in the fury of the fight Sweating with rage , and reeking in the bloud Of wretches sacrific'd to the Stygian floud . Asot. Come forth thou horrid instrument of death . Ball. Do you heare him , Sir ? Sim.

I , to my comfort Ballio .

Asot. I will dispeople earth , and drown the world In crimson flouds , and purple deluges . The old , the young , the weak , the lusty wight , Souldiers and scholars , fair and foul together , Men , women , children , infants , all shall die . I will have none survive that shall have left Above one eye , three quarters of a face , And half a nose . I will carve legs and arms As at a feast . Henceforth to all posteritie Mankinde shall walk on crutches . Phryn. Cruell Mars ! Let the conjunction of my milder starre Temper the too malignant force of thine . The drumme , the fife , and trumpet shall be turn'd To lutes , and citherns . We will drink in helmets , And cause the souldier turn his blade to knives To conquer capons , and the stubble goose : No weapons in the age to come be known , But sword of Bacon , and the shield of Brawn . Daigne me a kisse , great Warriour . Asot. Hogsheads of Nectar Are treasur'd in the warehouse of her worth . That kisse hath ransom'd thousands from the grave . Phryn. Let me redeem more thousands with a second . Asot. Rage melts away . I pardon half the world . Phryn. O let me kisse away all rigour from thee . Asot. Live mortalls , live . Death has no more to do . And yet me thinks a little rigour 's left . Phryn. Thus shall it vanish . Asot. Vanish rigour , vanish . Harnesse the lions , make my chariot ready : Venus and I will ride . Phryn.

How ? drawn by lions ?

Asot. I , thou shalt kisse 'um till their rigour vanish ( As mine has ) into aire . I will have these play With Ounces , Tigers , and the Panthers whelp , As with a Squirrel . Beares shall wait on thee , And spotted Leopards shall thy Monkies be . Sit down my Queen , and let us quaff a bowl : Seest thou , my Phryne , what a fair retinue I have provided thee ? These for thy defence 'Gainst any Lady rivals thee in beauty . And these on all occasions shall vent forth Swelling Encomiums , — Say Bomolochus , How sings my Mistresse ? Bom. The Grashopper chaunts not his Autumne quire So sweet , nor Cricket by the chimney fire . Asot. They 'le make thee any thing . Thou art already Cricket and Grashopper . — Chaerilos , how does she dance ? Chaer. Have you beheld the little fable beast Clad in an Ebon mantle , hight a flea , Whose supple joynts so nimbly skip and caper From hemme to sleeve , from sleeve to hemme again , Dancing a measure o're a Ladies smock , With motion quick , and courtly equipage ? So trips fair Phryne o're the flowry stage . Asot. Now thou art a flea . — How snorts she as she sleeps ! Bom. Zephyrus breaths not with a sweeter gale Through a grove of sycmore one . The soft spring Chides not the pebles that disturb his course With sweeter murmure . Let Amphions lute ( That built our Theban walls ) be henceforth mute . Orpheus shall break his harp , and silent be , The reed of Pan , and pipe of Mercury : Yea , though the spheres be dumbe , I care not for 't : No musick such as her melodious snort . Asot. Melodious snort ! With what decorum spits she ! Chaer. Like the sweet gummes that from Electar trees Distill , or honey of the labouring bees : Like morning dew that in a pleasant showre Drops pearls into the bosome of a flowre ; Cupid with acorn cups close by her fits , To snatch away the Nectar that she spits . Asot. Ballio , present me with the crowns of laurell . Thus I drop wine the best of Helicon On your learn'd heads , and crown you thus with bayes . Rise Poets laureat both ! Favour Apollo ! Both . The Muses and Asotus be propitious ! Asot. I will not have you henceforth sneak to Taverns . And peep like fidlers into Gentlemens rooms , To shark for wine and radishes : nor lie sentinell At Ordinaries , nor take up at playes Some novice for a supper : you shall deal No more in ballads to bewail an execution In lamentable rythmes : nor beg in Elegies : Nor counterfeit a sicknesse to draw in A contribution : nor work journey-work Under some play-house post , that deals in Wit by retail : nor shall you task your brains To grace a Burgesse new post with a Rebus : Or furnish a young suitour with an Anagram Upon his mistresse name : nor studie posies For rings and bracelets . — Injure not the bough Of Daphne : know that you are laureat now . Ball.

How like you this discourse ?

Sim. Excellent well . It is a handsome lasse . If I were young ( As I am not decrepit ) I would give A talent for a kisse . Phryn. Come beauteous Mars , I 'le kembe thy hair smooth as the ravens feather , And weave those stubborn locks to amorous bracelets ; Then call a livelier red into thy face , And soften with a kisse thy rugged lips . I must not have this beard so rudely grow , But with my needle I will set each hair In decent order , as you rank your squadrons . Asot. Here 's a full bowl to beauteous Phrynes health . What durst thou do , Thrasymachus , to the man That should deny it ? Thras.

Dissect him into atomes .

Hyper. I durst do more for beauteous Phrynes sake . Thras. What , more then I ? Hyperbolus , thou art mortall . Hyper. Yeeld , or I see a breakfast for the crows . Thras. Death to my lungs , I spit upon thy fame . Hyper. Then with my steel I whip thy rash contempt . Asot. Brawling you mastives . — Keep the peace at home And joyn your forces 'gainst the common foe . Phryn. You sha'nt be angry : by this kisse you sha' not . Asot.

I will , unlesse you swear again .

Phryn.

You sha'not .

Sim. Ah , Ballio ! Age has made me dry as tinder , And I have taken fire . I burn , I burn . The spark rak'd up in ashes is broke forth , And will consume me , Ballio . Ball.

What 's the matter ?

Sim. Love , cruel love . I must enjoy that lady What ever price it cost me . Ball.

Your sonnes mistresse ?

Sim. Sonne , or not sonne . — Let this intreat , and this . Ball. This will perswade . I must remove your sonne , His fury else will surely stand 'twixt us And our designes . — Old letcher , I will fit you , And geld your bags for this . You shall be milk'd , Emptied , and pumpt . Spunge , we will squeeze you spunge , And send you to suck more . — Invincible Mars . Asot. What sayes the governour of our younger yeares ? Ball. You have worn this plot of Mars too stale already . O shift your self into all shapes of love . Women are taken with varietie . What think you of Oberon the king of Fayries ? I know 't will strike her fancie . Asot. Businesse calls . Drink on , for our return shall sudden be .
SCEN. VI. Ballio , Simo , Thrasymachus , Hyperbolus , Chaerilus , Bomolochus , Phryne . Ball. PHryne , here is a boy of wealth , my girle , The golden bull that got this golden calf Deeply in love with thee . Phryn. Let me alone , I 'le fleece him . — Ball. Melt him , Phryne , melt him : We must not leave this mine till we have found The largenesse of the vein . — Suck like an horse-leach . Come , Sir , and boldly enter : I have choak't out An easie path to tread in ; 't will direct you To your wished journeys end , and lodge you safe In her soft arms . Sim. Thou art my better Angel . Wilt thou eat gold , drink gold , lie in gold , I have it for thee . Old men are twice children , And so was I , but I am grown again Up to right man . — Thou shalt be my Tutour too . Is there no stools , or tables ? Ball.

What to doe ?

Sim. I would vault over them , to shew the strength And courage of my back . Ball.

Strike boldly in , Sir .

Sim. Save you , Gentlemen . If you want gold , here 's for you . Give me some wine : Mistresse , a health to you : Pledge me , and spice the cup with these and these . Thou shalt have better gowns . Thras.

A brave old boy .

Hyper.

There 's mettall in him .

Chaer. I will sing thy praise In lines heroick . Bom. I will tune my lyre , And chaunt an ode that shall eternize thee . Phryn. Of what a sweet aspect ! how lovely look'd Is this fine Gentleman ! — I hope you know It is in Thebes the custome to salute Fair ladies with a kisse . — Sim. She is enamour'd . Sure I am younger then I thought my self . Fair Lady , health and wealth attend thee . Phryn. Good Sir , another kisse : you have a breath Compos'd of odours . Sim. Buy thee toyes with this : I 'le send thee more . Phryn.

How ravishing is his face ?

Sim. That I should have so ravishing a face , And never know it ! — Miser that I was ! I will go home and buy a looking glasse , To be acquainted with my parts hereafter . Phryn. Come , lie thee down by me ; here we will sit . How comely are these silver hairs ? This hand Is e'ne as right to my own minde , as if I had the making of it . Let me throw My arms about thee . Ball.

How the burre cleaves to him !

Sim. This remnant of my age will make amends For all the time that I have spent in care . Phryn. Give me thy hand . How smooth a palm he has ! How with a touch it melts ! Ball. The rogue abuses him With his greasie fists . Phryn. Let us score kisses up On one anothers lips . Thou shalt not speak , But I will suck thy words e're they have felt The open aire . — Sim. That I should live so long , And ignorant of such a wealth as this !
SCEN. VII. Simo , Thrasymachus , Hyperbolus , Chaerilus , Bomolochus , Phryne , Asotus . Asot. NOw am I Oberon prince of Fairy land , And Phryne shall be Mab my Empresse fair : My souldiers two I 'le instantly transform To Will-with-a-wisp , and Robin-goodfellow , And make my brace of Poets transmigrate Into Pigwiggin and Sir Peppercorn . It were a prety whimsy now to counterfeit That I were jealous of my Phrynes love . The humour would be excellent , and become me Better then either Tyndarus or Techmessa . Thus will I walk as one in deadly dumps . Sim. When shall we marry ? Phryn. I can hardly stay Till morning . Asot. O what Fury shot A viper through my soul ! Here Love with twenty bows And twenty thousand arrows layes his siege To my poore heart . — O Phryne , Phryne ! I have no cause why to suspect thy love . But if all this be cunning , as who knows ! Away foul sinne . O eyes , what mischief do you see ! Ball. O , I could burst with laughter . Here will be A prety scene of mirth . Sim. Thou dost not love me . My boy Asotus , my young sprightly boy Has stoln thy heart away . Phryn. He ? a poore mushrum ! Your boy ? I should have guess'd him for your father . He has a skin as wrinckled as a Tortoyse . I have mista'ne him often for a hedge-hog Crept out on 's skin . Pray keep the fool at home . Asot. Patience go live with cuckolds . I defie thee . Villain , rogue , traitour , do not touch my deare So to unsanctifie her tender skin , Nor cast a goatish eye upon a hair , To make that little threed of gold profaned , Or gaze but on her shoe-string that springs up A reall rose , from vertue of her foot , To blast the odours : grim-fac'd death shall hurry thee To Styx , Cocytus , and fell Phlegethon . Sim. Asotus , good Asotus , I am thy father . Asot. I no Asotusam , nor thou my fire , But angry and incensed Oberon . Sim. All that I have is thine , though I could vie For every silver hair upon my head A piece in gold . — Asot.

I should send you to the barbours .

Sim. All , all is thine : let me but share A little in thy pleasures : onely relish The sweetnesse of 'um . Asot. No , I will not have Two spenders in a house , Go you and revell , I will go home and live a drudges life , As you ha' done , to scrape up pelf together : And then forsweare all Tutours , Souldiers , Poets , Women , and wine . I will forget to eat , And starve my self to the bignesse of a polecat . I will disclaim his faith that can beleeve There is a Taverne , or a Religious place For holy Nunnes that vow incontinence , And have their beads to sin by . — Get you home . You kisse a Gentlewoman to endanger Your chattering teeth ? — Go , you have done your share In getting me : to furnish the next age Must be my province . Go , look you to yours . Lie with your mustie bags , and get more gold . S'lid , anger me , and I 'le turn drudge for certain . Sim. Asotus , good Asotus pardon me . Asot. I wonder you are not asham'd to ask pardon . Sim. It was the dotage of my age , Asotus . Asot. Who bid you live untill this age of dotage ? Sim. I will abjure all pleasures but in thee . Asot.

This something qualifies .

Sim. It shall be my sport To maintain thine . Thou shalt eat for both , And drink for both . — Asot.

Good : this will qualifie more .

Sim. And here I promise thee to make a joynture Of half the land I have to this fair Lady . Asot. This qualifies all . You have your pardon , Sir ! But heare you , Sir , it must be paid for too . To morrow Mab I thee mine Empresse crown . Ball. All friends . A merry cup go round , What ? Captains And Poets here , and leave the sack for flies ?
SCEN. VIII. Ballio , Asotus , Phryne , Simo , Thrasimachus , Hyperb. Cheribus , Bomolochus , Tyndarus . Hyp.

THrasimachus , a whole one .

Thras. Done : I 'le pledge thee Though 't were a deluge . — By my steel you have left Enough to drown an island , Chaerilus . Char. And 't were the famous fount of Hyppocrene , I 'de quaffe it off all , though the great Apollo And all the Muses died for thirst , Bomolochus . Bom. Come boy , as deep as is Pamassus high . Tyn. What nurserie of sinne is this ? what temple Of lust and riot ? Was this place alone Thought a fit witnesse for the knitting up Chaste and religious love ? Deeds dark as hell , Incest and murder might be acted here . The holy god of Marriage never lighted His sacred torch at so profane a den . It is a cage for schreetch-owls , bats , and ravens , For crows and kites , and such like birds of prey . But the chaste turtle , the indulgent pelican , And pious stork , flie hence as from infection . Evadne meet me here ? Is she a parcell Of the damn'd family ? Are there such white devils Among their Succuba's ? No , thou art wrong'd , Evadne : And there be some that scatter snakes amongst us , Have stung too deep already .
SCEN. IX. Ballio , Asotus , Chaerilus , Simo , Hyperbolus , Thrasimachus , Tyndarus , Evadne . Tyn. BLesse me eyes ! My troubled fancie fools me . I am lost In a distracted dream . It is not she . Awake thee Tyndarus : what strange sleeps are these ! Me thinks I am in hell , and yet behold A glorious Angel there . Or have these devils Broke into Paradise ! for the place is such , She blesses with her presence . — Meere contradictions , Chimaeras , of a restlesse brain . Evad. Diana , And whatsoever Goddesse else protects Untouch'd virginity , shield me with your powers . To what a wildernesse have my wandring steps Betray'd me ! sure this cannot be a place To meet my Tyndarus in . Tyn. 'T is Evadne , 'T is the fair-foul Evadne . Now my sword , That hadst a good edge to defend this woman , Go send her soul into another mansion Black as it self . It is too foul a tenant For this fair palace . Stay yet , too forward steel , Take her incircled in her stallions arms , And kill two sinnes together . — . Let 'um be At hell to beare the punishment of lust E're it be fully acted . Evad. What strange fancies My maiden fears present me ! Why , I know not : But this suspicion seldome bodeth good . Thras. A handsome Bona Roba , and my prize . Hyper. I do deny 't , she 's my monopoly . Chaer. Perchance she may one of the Muses be , And then claim I a share for Poetrie . Evad. If ever silly lambe thus stray'd before Into a flock of wolves ; or harmlesse dove Not onely made the prey , but the contention Of ravenous eagles ; such poore soul am I . Thras. Give me a busse , my girle . Evad. If there be here A Gentleman in whom there lives a spark Of vertue not yet out ; I do beseech him , By all the ashes of his ancestours , And by the constant love he beares his mistresse , To rescue innocence and virginity From these base monsters . I for him will pay A thousand prayers a morning , all as pure And free from earthly thought , as e're found passage Through the strict gate of heav'n . Tyn. That 's a task for me . A way fowl ravishers , I will teach my sword Justice to punish you . Such a troup of Harpyes To force a Ladies honour ! I will quench With your own bloud the rage of that hot lust That spurr'd you on to base and bold attempts . Asot. Flie , Phryne , flie , for dangers do surround . Sim. This is a pleasure that I care not for . Exeunt .
SCEN. X. Tyndarus , Evadne . Tyn.

Lady be safe .

Evad. Sir , may this favour done An injur'd maid call blessings on your head In plenteous showres ! Tyn. This courtesie deserves Some fair requitall . Evad. May plum'd victory Wait on your sword : and if you have a mistresse , May she be fair as lilies , and as chaste As the sweet morning dew that loads the heads Of drooping flowres : may you have fair children To propagate your vertues to posterity And blesse succeeding times . — Tyn.

Heaven be not deaf !

Evad. May you and plenty never live asunder . Peace make your bed , — and — Tyn. Prayer is cheap reward . And nothing now bought at a rate so easie As that same highway ware . — Heaven blesse your worship . In plain words Lady ( I can use no language But what is blunt ) I must do what they would ha' done . Evad. Call back your words , and lose not that reward Heaven is ingag'd to pay you . Tyn. Come : no circumstance . Your answer ? quick . Evad. I beg it on my knees , Have a respect to your own soul , that sinks In this dishonour , Sir , as deep as mine . Tyn. You are discourteous , Lady ! Evad. Let these teares Plead for me : did you rescue me from theeves , To rob me of the jewell you preserv'd ? Tyn. Why do I trifle time away in begging That may command . — Proud Damsel , I will force thee . Evad. I thank thee blest occasion : — Now I dare She snatches a stilletto out of his pocket . Defy thee devil : here is that shall keep My chastity secure , and arm a maid , To scorn your strength . Tyn.

Be not too masculine , Lady .

Evad. Stand off , or I will search my heart with this , And force my bloud a passage , that in anger Shall flie into thy face , and tell thee boldly Thou art a villain . Tyn. Incomparable Lady ! By all those powers that the blest-men adore , And the worst fear , I have no black designe Upon your honour ; onely as a souldier I did desire to prove whether my sword Had a deserving cause : I would be loth To quarrell for light ware . Now I have found you Full weight , I 'le weare his life upon my point That injures so much goodnesse . Evad.

You speak honour .

Tyn. Blest be this minute , sanctifie it , Time , 'Bove all thy calendar . Now I finde her gold . This touchstone gives her perfect . The discovery Of ne're found kingdomes , where the plow turns up Rich oare in every furrow , is to this A poore successe . Now all my doubts are clear'd , And I dare boldly say , Be happy Tyndarus !
SCEN. XI. Tyndarus , Evadne , Pamphilus . Pam. GReat Queen of love , sure when the labouring sea Did bring forth thee , before she was deliver'd ; Her violent throws had rais'd a thousand storms . Yet now , I hope after so many wrecks That I have suffer'd in thy troubled waves , Thou now wilt land me safe . Tyn. Pamphilus here ? He comes to meet Evadne . This is their house Of toleration . She had spied me out Through my disguise : and with what studied art , What cunning language , how well acted gesture , How much of that unbounded store of teares She wrought on my credulity ! The Fox , Hyaena , Crocodile , and all beasts of craft , Have been distill'd to make one woman up . Exit . Evad. And has he left me in this dragons den ! A spoil to rapine ! what defence , poore maid , Hast thou against these wilde and salvage beasts ? My starres were cruell : If you be courteous eyes , Weep me a floud of teares , and drown me in 't , And be Physicians to my sorrows now , That have too long been Heraulds of my grief . My thread of life has hitherto drawn out More woes then minutes . Pam.

Health to the fair Evadne .

Evad. Is any left so courteous to wish health To the distress'd Evadne ? Pamphilus ? Pam.

Is my Techmessa here ?

Evad. Now all the Gods Preserve her hence , there is in hell more safety Among the Furies — Mischief built this house For all her family . Gentle Pamphilus , See me delivered from this jayl , this dungeon , This horrid vault of lust .
SCEN. XII. Pamphilus , Tyndarus , Techmessa , Evadne . Pam. TAke comfort , Lady . Your honour stands safe on his guard , while I Can use a sword . Evad.

You have confirmed me , Sir .

Tyn. How close they winde , like glutinous snakes ingendring , Tech. Well sister , I shall study to requite This courteous treachery . Evad. Pamphilus , in me All starres conspire to make affliction perfect . Pam. Wait on heavens pleasure , Madam : such a one The heavens ne're made for misery , they but give you These crosses as sharp sauce to whet your appetite For some choice banquet . Or they mean to lead you Through a vault dark and obscure as hell , To make your paradise a sweeter prospect . — Thus I feed Others with hopes , while mine own wounds do bleed . Exeunt Evadne , Pamphilus .
SCEN. XIII . Tyndarus , Techmessa . Tech. WHy should we toil thus in an endlesse search Of what we now behold ? — Let us grow wise , I loath false Pamphilus — yet I could have lov'd him : And if he were but faithfull , could do still . Tyn. Sure were Evadne false , yet Pamphilus Would not be made the instrument to wrong me . Or suppose Pamphilus were a treacherous brother ; Me thinks Evadne should be kinder to me . Techmessa joyn with me in one search more , Ballio .
SCEN. XIIII . Tyndarus , Techmessa , Ballio , Asotus . Tyn. O Ballio , 't is in you and deare Asotus To make two wretches happy . Asot.

Then be happy .

Tyn. ' I le make you two joynt heirs of my estate , And you shall give it out : we two are dead By our own hands . And beare us both this night To church in coffins . Whence we 'le make escape , And bid farewell to Thebes . Asot. Would you not both Be buried in one coffin ? then the grave Would have her tenants multiply : — heare you Tutour , Shall not we be suspected for the murder , And choke with a hempen squincy ? Tyn. To secure you , We 'le write before what we intend to act : Our hands shall witnesse with your innocence . Ball. Well : Come the worst , I 'le venture ; — and perchance You shall not die in jest again o' th' suddain . Tyn. What strange Maeanders Cupid leads us through ! When most we forward go , we backward move . There is no path so intricate as Love !
ACTUS IIII .
SCEN. I. Ballio , Asotus , Chaerilus , and Bomolochus , bearing the coffin of Techmessa ; Hyperocus , Thrasimachus bearing the coffin of Tyndarus , a servant . Ball. CArry these letters unto Chremylus house . Give this to Pamphilus , to Evadne that , And certifie 'um of this sad event . It will draw teares from theirs — As from my eyes , Because they are not reall obsequies . Asot. So great my grief , so dolorous my disaster , I know not in what language to expresse it , Unlesse I should be dumbe ! — Sob — sob Asotus , Sob till thy buttons break , and crack thy bandstrings With lamentation , and distress'd condoling , With blubberd eyes behold this spectacle Of mans mortality . — O my dearest Tyndarus ! Thras. Learn of us Captains to outface grimme death , And gaze the lean-chapt monster in the face . Asot. I , and I could but come to see his face , I 'de scratch his eyes out . — O the ugly Rogue ! Could none but Tyndarus and fair Techmessa Serve the vile varlet to lead apes in hell ? Hyper. I have seen thousands sigh out souls in grones And yet have laugh'd : — it has been sport to see , A mangled carcasse broach'd with so many wounds That life has been in doubt which to get out at . Asot. Are crawling vermine of so choice a diet ? Would I were then a worm , freely to feed On such a delicate and Ambrosian dish : Fit to be serv'd a banquet to my bed ! But O — Techmessa death has swallowed thee , Too sweet a sop for such a fiend as he . Chae. Chase hence these showres , for since they both were dead , Teares will not bribe the fates for a new thread . Bom. Inexorable sisters , — Be not sorry : For Clotho's distaffe will be peremptory ! Asot. Go then , and dip your pens in gall and vineger To rail on Mors , cruel — impartiall Mors : The salvage Tyrant — all-devouring Mors : The envious , wicked , and malicious Mors : Mors that respects not valour , Mors that cares not For wit or learning , Mors that spares not honour : Mors whom wealth bribes not , Mors whom beauty tempts not . Thus loudly rail on Mors , that Mors may know it To be reveng'd on Mors I keep a Poet . Thras. If Mors were here , the Skeleton should know I 'de cut his charnell bones to dice , for grieving Our noble Generall — Courage bon chevalier !
SCEN. II. Simo , Asotus , Ballio , Thrasimachus , Hyperbolus Charilus , Bomolochus . Sim. WHy is my boy so sad ? — Tell me Asotus : If dissolv'd gold will cure thee , melt a Treasure . Asot.

O sad mischance !

Sim. What grieves my hope — my joy . My staff , my comfort ? Asot.

Wofull accident !

Sim. Have I not barricadoed all my doores , And stop't each chink and cranny in my house , To keep out poverty and lean misfortune ? Where crept this sorrow in ? Asot. Here , through my heart . O father , I will tell you such a story Of such a sad and lamentable nature , 'T will crack your purse-strings . Sim. Ha ? what story , boy ? My friend , my deare friend Tyndarus , Sir , is dead . — And , to augment my sorrow , — kill'd himself . And yet to adde more to my heap of griefs , Left me and Ballio — his estate — Sim. Alas ! Is not this counterfeit sorrow well exprest ? Ball. But I grieve truely that I grieve in jests Sim. Half his estate to thee , and half to Ballio ? A thousand pities . — Gently rest his bones . I cannot but weep with thee . Ball. Sir , you see If you had left him nothing , my instructions Can draw in patrimonies . Sim. He is rich In nothing but a Tutour . — Good Asotus , Though sorrow be a debt due to the herse Of a dead friend , and we must wet the turf Under whose roof he lodges : yet we must not Be too immoderate . Asot. Beare me witnesse , heaven ! I us'd no force of Rhetorick , no perswasions ( What e're the wicked and malicious world May rashly censure ) to instigate these two To their own deaths . I knew not of the plot , All of you know that I am ignorant . Phryn. Where is my love ? shall sorrow rivall me , Enter Phryne . And hang about thy neck ? If grief be got Into thy cheeks , I 'le clap it out . — Deare chicken . You sha'not be so sad , indeed you sha'not . Be merry : by this kisse I 'le make you merry . Asot. Then wipe my eyes . — Thus when the clouds are gone , The day again is gilded by the sunne .
SCEN. III . Ballio , Asotus , Simo , Phryne , Thrasimachus , Hyperb. Chaerilus , Bomolochus , Sexten . Asot.

WHo 's within here ?

Sext.

What 's the matter without there ?

Asot.

What art thou ?

Sext.

The last of tailours , Sir , that ne're take measure of you , while you have hope to weare a new suit .

Asot.

How dost thou live ?

Sext.

As worms do : — by the dead .

Asot.

A witty rascall . Let 's have some discourse with him .

Thras.

Are any souldiers bones in garrison here ?

Sext. Faith , Sir , but few : they like poore travellers Take up their inne by chance : but some there be . Thras. Do not those warlike bones in dead of night Rise up in arms , and with tumultuous broyls Waken the dormise that dull peace hath lull'd Into a lethargie ? — Dost not heare 'um knock Against their coffins , till they crack and break The marble into shivers that intombes 'um ? Making the temple shake as with an earthquake , And all the statues of the gods grow pale , Affrighted with the horrour ? Sext.

No such matter .

Hyper. Do they not call for arms ? and fright thee , mortall , Out of thy wits ? Do they not break the legs , And crush the skuls that dare approach too neare Their honour'd graves ? — When I shall come to dwell In your dark family , if a noysome carcase Offend my nostrils with too ranck a sent , Know — I shall rage — and quarrell , — till I fright The poore inhabitants of the charnell house : That here shall run a toe , a shin-bone there : Here creeps a hand , there trowles an arm away . One way a crooked rib shall halting hie , Another you shall trundling finde a skull . Like the distracted citizens of a town Beleaguer'd , — and in danger to be taken . Asot. For heavens sake , Sexton , lay my quiet bones By some precise religious officer , One that will keep the peace . — These roaring captains With blustring words and language full of dread , Will make me quit my tombe , and run away Wrap't in my winding sheet , — as if grim Minos , Stern Aeacus , and horrid Rhadamanth Enjoyn'd the corps a penance . Sext.

Never fear it . This was a captains skull , one that carried a storm in his countenance , and a tempest in his tongue . The great bug-beare of the citie , that threw drawers down the stairs as familiarly as quart-pots ; and had a pension from the Barbour-chirurgeons for breaking of pates . A fellow that had ruin'd the noses of more bawds and pandars , then the disease belonging to the trade . — And yet I remember when he went to buriall , another corse took the wall of him , and the ban-dog ne're grumbled .

Asot. Then skull ( although thou be a captains skull ) I say thou art a coward , — and no Gentleman ; Thy mother was a whore , — and thou liest in thy throat . Hyper.

Do not , live hare , pull the dead lions beard .

Asot. No , good Hyperbolus , I but make a jest To show my reading in moralitie . Chaer. Do not the ashes of deceased Poets Inspir'd with sacred fury , carroll forth Enthusiastick raptures ? Dost not heare 'um Sing mysteries , and talk of things conceal'd The rest of mortall judgements ? Dost not see Apollo and the Muses every night Dance rings about their tombes ? Bom. Do not roses , Lilies , and violets grow upon their graves ? Shoots not the laurell that impal'd their brows Into a tree , to shadow their blest marble ? Do they not rise out of their shrowds to read Their Epitaphs ? and if they like 'um not , Expunge 'um , and write new ones ? Do they not Rore in caliginous terms , and vapour forth From reeking entrals fogs Egyptian , To puzzle even an oculate intellect ? Prate they not cataracts of insensible noise , That with obstreperous cadence cracks the organs Acroamatick , till the deaf auditor Admires the words he heares not ? Sext.

This was a poeticall noddle . O the sweet lines , choice language , eloquent figures , besides the jests , half jests , quarter jests , and quibbles that have come out o 'these chaps that yawn so ! He has not now so much as a new-coyn'd-complement to procure him a supper . The best friend he has may walk by him now , and yet have ne're a jeere put upon him . His mistresse had a little dog deceased the other day , and all the wit in this noddle could not pump out an Elegie to bewail it . He has been my tenant this seven yeares , and in all that while I never heard him rail against the times , or complain of the neglect of learning . Melpomene and the rest of the Muses have a good time on 't that he is dead : for while he lived , he ne're left calling upon 'um . He was buried ( as most of the tribe ) at the charge of the parish , and is happier dead then alive : for he has now as much money as the best in the company , — and yet has left off the poeticall way of begging , call'd Borrowing .

Asot. I scorn thy Lyrick and Heroick strain , Thy tart Iambick , and Satyrick vein . Where be thy querks and tricks ? show me again The strange conundrums of thy frisking brain , Thou Poets skull , and say , What 's time to chimney ? Sext.

Alas ! Sir , you ha' pos'd him : he cannot speak to give you an answer , though his mouth be alwayes open . A man may safely converse with him now , and never fear stifling in a crowd of verses . And now a Play of his may be freely censur'd , without a libel upon the audience . The boyes may be bold to cry it down .

Ball. I cannot yet contrive it handsomely . Me thinks the darknesse of the night should prompt me To a plot of that complexion . — Ruminate , Ruminate Ballio . Phryn. Pray , Sir , how does death Deal with the Ladies ? Is he so unmannerly As not to make distinction of degrees ? I hope the rougher bones of men have had More education , then to trouble theirs That are of gentler stuffe . Sext.

Death is a blunt villain , Madam : he makes no distinction betwixt Jone and my Lady . This was the prime Madam in Thebes , the generall mistresse , the onely adored beauty . Little would you think there were a couple of starres in these two augur-holes : or that this pit had been arch'd over with a handsome nose , that had been at the charges to maintain half a dozen of severall silver arches to uphold the bridge . It had been a mighty favour once , to have kiss'd these lips that grin so . This mouth out of all the Madams boxes cannot now be furnished with a set of teeth . She was the coyest overcurious dame in all the city : her chambermaids misplacing of a hair , was as much as her place came to . — Oh! if that Lady now could but behold this physnomie of hers in a looking-glasse , what a monster would she imagine her self ! Will all her perrukes , tyres and dresses , with her chargeable teeth , with her cerusse and pomatum , and the benefit of her painter and doctor , make this idol up again ?

Paint Ladies while you live , and plaister fair , But when the house is fallne 't is past repair . Phryn. No matter , my Asotus : Let death do His pleasure then , we 'le do our pleasures now . Each minute that is lost is past recall . This is the time alotted for our sports , T were sinne to passe it . While our lips are soft , And our embraces warm , we 'le twine and kisse . When we shall be such things as these , let worms Crawl through our eyes , and eat our noses off , It is no matter . While we liv'd , we liv'd . Asot. And when we die , we die . We will be both embalm'd In precious unguents to delight our sense , And in our grave we 'le busse , and hug , and dally As we do here : for death can nothing be To him that after death shall lie with thee . Sexton , receive these coffins to the temple ; But not interre them , — for they both are guilty Of their own bloud , — till we make expiation T' assoyl the fact . — Tutour reward the Sexton . I 'le come sometimes and talk moralitie with him . Ball. This , Sir , my Pupill gives you : — but hereafter I 'le more then treble it , if you be no enemie To your own profit . Sext.

Profit 's my religion .

Asot. Now you that bore my dead friends to the grave , Usher my living mistresse home again . Thus joy with grief alternate courses shares , Fortune , I see thy wheel in all affairs . Exeunt omnes prater Sexton .
SCEN. IIII . Sexton , and his wife Staphyla . Sext.

STaphyla , why Staphyla : I hope she has ta'ne her last sleep . Why when , Staphyla ?

Staph.

What a life have I ? I , that can never be quiet . I can no sooner lie down to take my rest , but presently Staphyla , Staphyla . What 's the news ?

Sext.

A prize , my rogue , a prize .

Staph.

Where ? or from whom ?

Sext.

Why , thou knowest I rob no where but on the high-way to heaven , such as are upon their last journey thither . Thou and I have been land-pyrats this six and thirty yeares , and have pillaged our share of Charons passengers . Here are a couple of sound sleepers , and perchance their clothes will fit us . Then will I walk like a Lord , and thou shalt be my Madam , Staphyla .

Staph.

Truely , husband , I have had such fearfull dreams to night , that I am perswaded ( though I think I shall never turn truely honest again ) to rob the dead no more . For , me thought , as you and I were robbing the dead , the dead took heart , and rob'd us .

Sex .

Tush , dreams are idle things . There is no felonie warrantable but ours , for it is grounded on rules of charity . Is it fitting the dead should be cloath'd , and the living go naked ? Besides , what is it to them whether they lie in sheets or no ? Did you ever heare of any that caught cold in his coffin ? Moreover , there is safety and security in these attempts : What inhabitant of the grave that had his house broke open , accus'd the thief of Burglarie ? Look here : This is a Lawyers skull . There was a tongue in 't once , a damnable eloquent tongue , that would almost have perswaded any man to the gallows . This was a turbulent busie fellow , till death gave him his Quietus est . And yet I ventured to rob him of his gown , and the rest of his habillements , to the very buckrum-bag , not leaving him so much as a poore half-peny to pay for his wafrage : and yet the good man ne're repin'd at it . Had he been alive , and were to have pleaded against me , how would he have thundred it ? — Behold ( most grave Judges ) a fact of that horrour and height in sinne , so abominable , so detestable in the eyes of heaven and earth , that never any but this dayes cause presented to the admiration of your eares . I cannot speak it without trembling , 't is so new , so unus'd , so unheard-of a villanie ! But that I know your Lordships confident of the honestie of your poore Oratour , I should not hope by all my reasons , grounds , testimonies , arguments , and perswasions to gain your belief . This man , said I man ? this monster rather : but monster is too easie a name : this devil , this incarnate devil , having lost all honesty , and abjur'd the profession of vertue , Rob'd , ( a sinne in the action . ) But who ? The dead . What need I aggravate the fault ? the naming the action is sufficient to condemne him . I say , he rob'd the dead . The dead ! Had he rob'd the living , it had been more pardonable : but to rob the dead of their clothes , the poore impotent dead , that can neither card , nor spin , nor make new ones , O 't is most audacious and intolerable ! — Now you have well spoke , why do you not after all this Rhetorick , put your hand behinde you , to receive some more instructions backward ? Now a man may clappe you o' th' coxcombe with his spade , and never stand in fear of an action of batterie .

Staph.

For this one time , husband , I am induced ; but insooth I will not make a common practise of it . Knock you up that coffin , and I 'le knock up this . — Rich and glorious !

Sex .

Bright as the sunne ! Come , we must strip you Gallants , the worms care not for having the dishes serv'd up to their table cover'd .

O , O , O! Tyndarus and Techmessa rise from the coffins , and the Sexton and his wife affrighted , fall into a swoon . Staph.

Heaven shield me ! O , O , O!

SCEN. V. Tyndarus and Techmessa . Tyn. HOw poore a thing is man , whom death it self Cannot protect from injuries ! O ye gods ! Is 't not enough our wretched lives are toss'd On dangerous seas , but we must stand in fear Of Pyrates in the haven too ? Heaven made us So many buts of clay , at which the gods In cruell sport shoot miseries . — Yet , I hope , Their spleen 's grown milder , and this blest occasion Offers it self an earnest of their mercy . Their sinnes have furnisht us with fit disguises To quiet our perplexed souls . Techmessa , Let me aray you in this womans robes . I 'le weare the Sextons garments in exchange . Our sheets and coffins shall be theirs . Tech. Deare Tyndarus ! In all my life I never found such peace As in this coffin : it presented me The sweets that death affords . — Man has no libèrtie But in this prison . — Being once lodg'd here , He 's fortified in an impregnable fort , Through which no doubts , suspicions , jealousies , No sorrows , cares , or wilde distractions Can force an entrance to disturb our sleeps . Tyn. Yet to those prisons will we now commit These two offenders . Tech. But what benefit Shall we enjoy by this disguise ? Tyn. A great one : If my Evadne , or thy Pamphilus E're lov'd us living , they will haste to make Atonement for our souls , stain'd with the guilt Of our own bloud : if not , they will rejoyce Our deaths have opened them so cleare a passage To their close loves : and with those thoughts possess'd , They will forget the torments hell provides For those , that leave the warfare of this life Without a passe from the great Generall . Tech.

I hope they may prove constant !

Tyn. So pray I . I will desire you statue , be so courteous To part with 's beard a while . — So we are now Beyond discovery . Sex .

O , O , O!

Staph.

O , O , O!

Tyn. Let 's use a charm for these ! Quiet sleep , or I will make Erinnys whip thee with a snake . And cruell Rhadamanthus take Thy body to the boyling lake , Where fire and brimstone never slake . Thy heart shall burn , thy head shall ake , And every joynt about thee quake . And therefore dare not yet to wake . Tech. Quiet sleep , or thou shalt see The horrid bags of Tartarie . Whose tresses ugly serpents be , And Cerberus shall bank at thee . And all the Furies that are three , The worst is call'd Tisiphone , Shall lash thee to eternitie . And therefore sleep thou peacefully . Tyn.

But who comes hither ? Ballio , what 's his businesse ?

SCEN. VI. Ballio , Tyndarus , Techmessa . Ball. SExton , I 'le open first thine eares with these , To make 'um sit to let perswasions in . Tyn.

These , Sir , will cure my deafnesse .

Ball.

Art thou mine !

Tyn.

Sir , you have bought me .

Ball. I 'le pay double for thee . Shall I prevail in my request ? Tyn.

Ask these . —

Ball. Th' art apprehensive , to the purpose then ; Have you not in the temple some deep vault Ordain'd for buriall ? Tyn.

Yes .

Ball. Then I proceed : We have to night perform'd the last of service That piety can pay to our dead friends . Tyn.

'T was charitably done .

Ball. We brought 'um hither To their last home . — Now Sir , they both being guilty Of their own deaths , I fear the laws of Thebes Deny 'um buriall . It would grieve me , Sir , ( For friendship cannot be so soon forgot ; Especially , so firm a one as ours ) To have 'um cast a prey to Wolves and Eagles . Sir , these religious thoughts have brought me hither Now at the dead of night ; to intreat you , To cast their coffins into some deep vault , And to interre 'um . — O my Tyndarus , All memory shall fail me , e're my thoughts Can leave th' impression of that love I beare thee . Thou left'st me half of all the land thou hadst ; And should I not provide thee so much earth As I can measure by thy length , heaven curse me ! Tyn. Sir , if your courtesie had not bound me yours , This act of goodnesse had . Ball. So true a friend No age records . — Farewell . — This work succeeds ! Posterity , that shall this story get , May learn from hence an art to counterfeit . Exit Ball .
SCEN. VII. Tyndarus , Techmessa . Tyn. HEre was a strange deliverance ! who can be So confident of fortune , as to say , I now am safe ? Tech. This villain has reveal'd All our designes to Pamphilus and Evadne : And they with bribes and hopes of an inheritance , If you were dead indeed , have won this rascall To this black treason . — What foul crimes can Lust Prompt her base vassals to ! — Here let us end Our busie search , and travell o're the world , To see if any cold and Northern climat Have entertain'd lost Vertue , long since fled Our warmer countrey . Tyn. Ha! — 'T is so ! — 'T is so ! I see it with cleare eyes . — O cursed plot ! And are you brooding crocodiles ? I may chance To break the serpents egge , e're you have hatch'd The viper to perfection . Come Techmessa , My anger will no longer be confin'd To patient silence : Tedious expectation Is but a foolish fire by night , that leads The traveller out on 's way — Break forth , my wrath : Break like a deluge of consuming fire , And scorch 'um both to ashes , in a flame Hot as their lust . — No : — 'T is too base a bloud For me to spill . — Let 'um e'ne live t' ingender A brood of monsters : — May perpetuall jealousie Wait on their beds , and poyson their embraces With just suspicions : may their children be Deform'd , and fright the mother at the birth : May they live long , and wretched ; all mens hate , And yet have misery enough for pity : May they be long a dying — of diseases Painfull , and loathsome : — Passion , do not hurrie me To this unmanly womanish revenge . Wilt thou curse Tyndarus when thou wear'st a sword ? But ha , heark , observe ! —
SCEN. VIII. Pamphilus , Evadne , Tyndarus , Techmessa . Pam. WAit till we call . Heaven , if thou hast not emptied all thy treasury Of wrath upon me ; here I challenge thee To lay on more . What torments hast thou left , In which thou hast not exercis'd my patience ? Yet cast up all th' accounts of all my sorrows , And the whole summe is trebled in the losse Of deare Techmessa . Tech.

If this grief were reall !

Tyn.

Be not too credulous .

Pam. I have stood the rest Of your afflictions , with this one I fell , Fell like a rock that had repell'd the rage Of thousand violent billows , and withstood Their fierce assaults , untill the working Tide Had undermin'd him : then he falls , and draws Part of the mountain with him . Evad. Pamphilus , When did you see my sweet-heart ? prithee tell me , Is he not gone a Maying ? — he will bring me Some pincks and daysies home to morrow morning . Pray heaven he meet no theeves . Pam. Alas Evadne ! Thy Tyndarus is dead . Evad. What shall I do ? I cannot live without him . Tyn. I am mov'd : Yet I will make this triall full and perfect . What , at this dismall houre , when nothing walks But souls tormented , calls you from your sheets To visit our dark cells , inhabited By death and melancholy ? Evad. I am come To seek my true-love here . Did you not see him ? He 's come to dwell with you , pray use him well , He was a proper Gentleman . Tech. Sir , what cause Inforc'd you hither ? Pam. I am come to pay The tribute of my eyes to a dead Love . Tyn. Fair Lady , may I ask one question of you ? Did you admit no love into your bosome But onely his ? Evad. Alas ! you make me weep . Could any woman love a man , but him ! No Tyndarus , I will not long outlive thee : We will be married in Elysium , And arm in arm walk through th' -blessed groves , And change a thousand kisses , — you sha'nt see us . Tyn. I know not whether it be joy or grief Forces teares from me . Tech. Were you constant , Sir , To her whose death you now so much lament ? For by those prodigies and apparitions That have to night shak'd the foundations Of the whole temple , your inconstancy Hath caus'd your Mistresses untimely end . Pam. The Sunne shall change his course , and finde new paths To drive his chariot in : The Load-stone leave His faith unto the North : — The Vine withdraw Those strict embraces that infold the Elme In her kinde arms : — But , if I change my love From my Techmessa , may I be recorded To all posterity , Loves great Apostate In Cupids annalls . Evad. If you see my Tyndarus , Pray tell him I will make all haste to meet him . I will but weep a while first . Tyn.

Pretie sorrow !

Tech. Sir , you may veil your falshood in smooth language , And gild it o're with fair hypocrisie : But here has been such grones : Ghosts that have cried In hollow voices , Pamphilus , O false Pamphilus ! Revenge on Pamphilus ! Such complaints as these The gods ne're make in vain . Pam. Then there is witch-craft in 't . And are the gods Made parties too against me ? — Pardon then If I grow stubborn . — While they prest my shoulders No more then I could beare , they willingly Submitted to the burden . — Now they wish To cast it off . — What treacherie has brib'd you , Celestiall forms , to be my false accusers ? I chalenge you ( for you can view my thoughts , And reade the secret characters of my heart . ) Give in your verdict , did you ever finde Another image graven in my soul Besides Techmessa ? No! 'T is hell has forg'd These flie impostures ! all these plots are coyn'd Out of the devils mintage ! Tech. Certainly There 's no false fire in this . Tyn.

These cannot be .

Evad. Pray , Sir , direct me where I may embalm My Tyndarus with my teares . Tyn.

There gentle Lady .

Evad. Is this a casket fit to entertain A jewell of such value ? Pam. Where must I Pay my devotions ? Tech.

There your dead Saint lies .

Evad. Hail Tyndarus , may earth but lightly presse thee : And mayst thou finde those joyes thou art gone to taste , As true as my affection . Now I know Thou canst not choose but love me , and with longing Expect my quick arrivall : for the soul Freed from the cloud of flesh , clearely discerns Forms in their perfect nature . If there be A guilt upon thy bloud , thus I 'le redeem it , offers to kill herself . And lay it all on mine . Tyn.

What mean you , Lady ?

Evad.

Stay not my pious hand .

Tyn. Your impious rather . If you were dead , who then were left to make Lustration for his crime ? shall foolish zeal Perswade you to a hasty death , and so Leave Tyndarus to eternity of flames ? Evad. Pardon me , Tyndarus , I will onely see That office done , and then I 'le follow thee . Pam. Thou gentle soul of my deceased love , If thou still hoverst here abouts , accept The vows of Pamphilus . — If I ever think Of woman with affection , but Techmessa , Or keep the least spark of a love alive But in her ashes : let me never see Those blessed fields where gentle lovers walk In endlesse joyes . — Why do I idlely weep ! I 'le write my grief in bloud . Tech.

What do you mean ?

Pam. Techmessa , I am yet withheld ; but suddenly I 'le make escape to finde thee . Tech.

O blest minute !

SCEN. IX. Dypsas , Tyndarus , Evadne , Pamphilus , Techmessa . Dyps. WHere shall I flie to hide me from my guilt ? It follows me , like those that run away From their own shadows : that which I would shun I beare about me . — Whom shall I appease ? The living , or the dead ? for I have injur'd Both you , and them . — O Tyndarus , here I kneel , And do confesse my self thy cruel murdresse ; And thine , Techmessa . — Gentle daughter , pardon me . But how shall I make satisfaction , That have but one poore life , and have lost two ? Oh Pamphilus ! my malice ruin'd thee , But most Evadne : for at her I aim'd , Because she is no issue of my wombe , But trusted by her father to my care . Her have I followed with a stepdames hate , As envious that her beauty should eclipse My daughters honour . — But the gods in justice Have ta'ne her hence to punish me . — My sinnes March up in troops against me . — But this potion Shall purge out life and them . Tyn. Be not too rash : I will revive Techmessa . Dyps.

O sweet daughter !

Pam.

Thou hast reviv'd two lives at once .

Evad. But I Still live a widowed virgin . Tyn. No , Evadne , Receive me new created , of a clay Purg'd from all dregs ; my thoughts do all run cleare . Take hence those coffins . I will have them born Trophies before me , when we come to tie The nuptiall knot : for death has brought us life . Suspicion made us confident , and weak jealousie Hath added strength to our resolved love . Cupid hath run his maze , this was his day : But the next part Hymen intends to play .
ACTUS V.
SCEN. I. Demetrius solus . HAil sacred Thebes , I kisse thy blessed soil , And on my knees salute thy seven gates . Some twentie winters now have glaz'd thy flouds Since I beheld thy turrets , batter'd then With warre , that sought the ruine of those walls Which musick built , when Minos cruell tribute Rob'd mothers of their dearest babes , to glut His ravenous Minotaure , I for safety fled With my young sonnes , but call'd my countryes hate Upon my head , whom miserie made malicious . Each father had a curse in store for me , Because I shar'd not in the common losse : Yet would have willingly chang'd fortunes with me . I dare not meet the vulgars violent rage Eager against me . I will therefore study Some means to live conceal'd .
SCEN. II. Demetrius , Asotus . Asot. I Have heard my mother , Who had more proverbs in her mouth then teeth , ( Peace with her soul where e're it be ) affirm , Marry too soon , and you 'le repent too late . A sentence worth my meditation : For marriage is a serious thing , perchance Fair Phryne is no maid : for women may Be beauteous , yet no virgins . Fair and chaste Are not of necessary consequence . Or being both fair and chaste , she may be barren ; And then when I am old , I shall not have A boy — to dote on , as my father does . Dem.

Kinde fortune fan you with a courteous wing .

Asot.

A prety complement . What art thou fellow ?

Dem. A Register of heaven , a privie Counsellour To all the planets , one that has been tenant To the twelve houses , Tutour to the Fates , That taught 'um th' art of spinning ; a live Almanack , One that by speculation in the starres Can foretell any thing . Asot. How ? foretell any thing ? How many yeares are past since Thebes was built ? Dem. That is not to foretell : you state the question Of times already past . Asot. And cannot you As well foretell things past , as things to come ! Say , Register of heaven , and Privy-counsellour To all the planets , with the rest of your titles , ( For I shall ne're be able to repeat 'um all ) Shall I , as I intend , to day be married ? Dem. Th' Almutes , or the Lord of the Ascendeut , I finde with Luna corporally joyn'd To the Almutes of the seventh house , Which is the matrimoniall family : And therefore I conclude the nuptialls hold . And yet th' Aspect is not in Trine , or Sextile , But in the Quartile radiation , Or Tetragon , which showes an inclination Averse , and yet admitting of reception . It will , although encountred with impediment , At last succeed . Asot. Ha ? What bold impediment Is so audacious to encounter me ? Be he Almutes of what house he please ; Let his Aspect be Sextile , Trine , or Quartile ; I do not fear him with his radiations , His Tetragons , and inclinations : If he provoke my spleen , I 'le have him know I souldiers feed shall mince him , and my Poets Shall with a Satyre steep'd in gall and vineger , Rime 'um to death , as they do rats in Ireland . Dem. Good words . There 's no resistance to the laws of Fate . This sublunary world must yeeld obedience To the celestiall vertues . Asot. One thing more I would desire to know : Whether my spouse That shall be , be immaculate . I 'de be loth To marry an Advowsion that has had Other incumbents . Dem. I 'le resolve you instantly . The Dragons-tail stands where the head should be : A shrew'd suspicion , — she has been strongly tempted . Asot. The Dragons-tail puts me in a horrible fear . I feel a kinde of a sting in my head already . Dem. And Mars being landlord of th' eleventh house , Plac'd in the Ram and Scorpion , plainly signifies The maid has been in love ; but the Aspect Being without reception , layes no guilt Of act upon her . Asot. I shall be jealous presently : For the Ram is but an ill signe in the head ; And you know what Scorpio aims at in the Almanack . Dem. But when I see th' Ascendent and his Lord , With the good Moon in angles and fixt signes , I do conclude her virgin pure and spotlesse . Asot. I thank th' Ascendent , and his noble Lord ; He shall be welcome to my house at any time , And so shall mistresse Moon , with all her angles , And her sixt signes . But how come you to know All this for certain ? Dem. Sir , the learned Cabalists , And all the Chaldees do conclude it lawfull : As Asla , Baruch , and Abobali , Caucaph , Toz , Arcaphan , and Albuas , Gafar , with Hali , Hippocras , and Lancao , With Ben , Benesaphan , and Albubetes . Asot. Are Asla , Baruch , and Abobali , With all the rest o' th' Jury , men of credit ? Dem. Their words shall go as farre i' th' Zodiack , Sir , As anothers bond . Asot. I am beholding to 'um . Another scruple yet , — I would have children too , Children to dote on , Sir , when I grow old , Such as will spend when I am dead and gone , And make me have such fine dreams in my grave . Dem. Sir , y' are a happy man . I do not see In all your horoscope one signe masculine , For such portend sterility . Asot. How 's that man ? Is 't possible for any man to ha' children Without a signe masculine ? Dem. Sir , you mistake me : You are not yet initiate . The Almutes Of the Ascendent is not elevated . Above the Almutes of the filial house . Venus is free , and Jove not yet combust : And then the signifier being lodg'd In watry signes , the Scorpion , Crab , and Fish , Foreshow a numerous issue of both sexes . And Mercury in 's exaltations Plac'd in their angles , and their points successive , Beholds the Lords of the Triplicity Unhindered in their influence . You were born Under a getting constellation , A fructifying starre . — Sir , I pronounce you A joyfull father . Asot. Happy be the houre I met with thee . I 'le ha' thee live with me . Thou shalt be my domesticall Astronomer . I have a brace of Poets as fit as may be , To furnish thee with verses for each moneth . Sir , since the gracious starres do promise me So numerous a troup of sonnes and daughters , 'T is fit I should have my means in my own hands To provide for 'um all : therefore I fain would know Whether my father be — long-liv'd , or no . Dem. The planet Mars is Orientall now To Saturn ; but in reference to the Sun He beares a Westerly position . Which Ylem linking Saturn with the Sun In opposition , both sinisterly Fallne from their corners , plainly signifies He cannot long survive . Asot. Why , who can help it ? There 's no resistance to the laws of Fate : This sublunary world must yeeld obedience To the celestiall vertues . — Wert not providence To bespeak mourning clokes against the funerall ? Dem.

'T is good to be in readines .

Asot. If thou be So cunning a prophet , tell me ; Do I mean To entertain thee for my wizard ? Dem. Sir , I do not see the least Azymenes , Or planetary hindrance . Alcocoden Tells me you will . Asot. Tell Alcocoden then He is i th' right . Thrasimachus , Hyperbolus ! Enter Thrasim . Hyperb. We have increas'd our family , see him enroll'd . He is a man of merit , and can prophesie . Thrasim. We 'le drench him in the welcome of the celler , And trie if he can prophesie who falls first . Asot. How will the world admire me , when they see My house an Academie , all the arts Wait at my table , every man of quality Take sanctuary here ! I will be patron To twenty liberall sciences .
SCEN. III . Asotus , Ballio . Ball. A Fair sunne Shine on the happy bridegroom . Asot. Quondam Tutour , ( For I am past all tuition but my wifes ) Thanks for your wishes ; have you studied yet How with one charge ( for ceremonious charge I care not for ) I may expresse my grief At the sad funerals of my friends deceas'd , And yet proclaim with how much joy I wed The beauteous Phryne ? Ball. I have beat my brain To finde out a right garb : weare these two clokes . This sable garment , sorrows Liverie , Speaks funerall : this richer robe of joy , Sayes 't is a nuptiall solemnitie . Asot.

A choice device : — I 'le practise .

Ball.

Rarely well .

SCEN. IIII . Asotus , Ballio , Simo . Sim. GOod morrow boy : how flows thy bloud , Asotus , Upon thy wedding day ? is it spring-tide ? Find'st thou an active courage in thy bones ? Wilt thou at night create me Grandsire ? ha ? O , I remember with what sprightly courage I bedded thy old mother , and that night Bid fair for thee boy : how I curst the ceremonies , And thought the yongsters scrambled for my points Too slowly : 'T was a happy night , Asotus . Asot. How sad a day is this ! methinks the sunne Affrighted with our sorrows , should run back Into his Eastern palace , and for ever Sleep in the lap of Thetis . Can he show A glorious beam when Tyndarus is dead , And fair Techmessa ? I will weep a floud Deep as Deucalions ; and again the Chaos Shall mufle up the lamentable world In sable clokes of grief and black confusion ! Sim. What ailes my boy ? unseasonable grief Shall not disturb thy nuptialls . — Good Asotus , Be not so passionate . Ball. What incomparable mirth Would such a dotard and his humorous sonne Make in a Comedie , if a learned pen Had the expression ! Asot. Now the tother cloke . In what a verdant weed the spring arayes Fresh Tellus in ! how Flora decks the fields With all her tapestry ! and the Choristers Of every grove chaunt Carrolls ! Mirth is come To visit mortalls . Every thing is blithe , Jocund , and joviall . All the gods arrive To grace our nuptialls . Let us sing and dance , That heaven may see our revells , and send down The planets in a Masque , the more to grace This dayes solemnitie . Sim. I , this Asotus , There 's musick boy in this . Asot. Now this cloke again . You Gods , you overload mortalitie , And presse our shoulders with too great a weight Of dismall miseries . All content is fled With Tyndarus and Techmessa . Ravens croak About my house ill-boding schreech-owls sing Epithalamiums to my spouse and me . Can I dream pleasures , or expect to taste The comforts of the married bed , when Tyndarus And fair Techmessa from the world are gone ! No , pardon me you gentle ghosts ; I vow To cloister up my grief in some dark cell : And there till grief shall close my blubber'd eyes , Weep forth repentance . Sim. Sure he is distracted ! Asotus , do not grieve so , all thy sorrows Are doubled in thy father : Pity me , If not thy self ; O pity these gray hairs , Pity my age , Asotus . Asot. What a silly fellow My father is , that knows not which cloke speaks ? Father , you do forget this is our nuptiall . Cast off those trophies of your wealthy beggerie , And clad your self in rich and splendent weeds , Such as become my father : Do not blemish Our dignity with rags . Appeare to day As glorious as the sunne . Set forth your self In your bright lustre . Sim. So I will , my boy : Was there ever father so fortunate in a childe ? Exit Sim. Asot. Do not I vary with decorum , Ballio ? Ball. I do not think but Proteus , Sir , begot you On a Chamaeleon . Asot. Nay , I know my mother Was a Chamaeleon , for my father allowed her Nothing but aire to feed on .
SCEN. V. Ballio , Asotus , Phryne . Phryn. RIses Aurora with a happy light On my Asotus ? Asot. Beauteous Phryne , welcome : Although the dragons tail may scandall thee , And Mars corrupt the Scorpion and the Ramme ; Yet the good Moon in angles and sixt signes Gives thee a good report . Phryn.

What means my deare ?

Asot. Thy deare , my beauteous Phryne , means the same With Hali , Baruch and Abobali , Caucaph , Toz , Archaphan , and Albuas , Gafar , with Asla , Hippocras , and Lencuo , With Ben , Benesaphan , and Albubetez . Phryn.

I fear you ha' studied the black art of late .

Asot. Ah Girle ! Th' — Almutes of the filiall house Is not depress'd , Venus is free , and Jove Not yet combust : the signes are watry signes , And Mercury beholds the trine aspect Unhinder'd in his influence . Phryn.

What of all this ?

Asot. We shall have babies plenty : I am grown Learned of late . Go Phryne , be in readinesse , I long to tie the knot : at night we 'le make A young Asotus . Phryn.

Health attend you , Sir . Exit Phryn.

SCEN. VI. Dypsas , Tyndarus , Evadne , Pamphilus , Techmessa , Asotus , Ballio , Phronesium , Priests and sacrifice , and Hymens statue discovered . Asot. TYndarus living ? here take this cloke away , Ballio : We have no use on 't . Ball.

The more sorrow's mine .

Tyn.

How does my friend Asotus ?

Asot. You are welcome From the dead , Sir : I hope our friends in Elysium Are in good health . Tyn. Ballio , I thank you heartily You had an honest and religious care To see us both well buried . Ball.

I shall be hang'd . Exit .

The song and sacrifice . Priest . Hymen , thou God of union , with smooth brow Accept our pious Orgies . Thou that tiest Hearts in a knot , and link'st in sacred chains He presents Tyndarus and Evadne . The mutuall souls of Lovers , may it please Thy Deitie , to admit into the number Of thy chaste votaries this blessed pair . Mercy you Gods , the statue turns away . Tyn. Why should this be ? The reason is apparent : Evadne has been false , and the chaste deitie Abhorres the sacrifice of a sported soul . Go thou dissembler , mask thy self in modesty , Weare vertue for a veil , and paint false blushes On thy adulterate check . Though thou mayst cozen The eyes of man , and cheat the purblinde world , Heaven has a piercing sight . Hymen , I thank thee ; Thou stoppedst my foot stepping into the gulf . How neare was I damnation ! Evad. Gentle Hymen , What sinne have I unwillingly committed To call heavens anger on me ? Priest . If there be A secret guilt in these that hath offended Thy mighty godhead , wilt thou please to prove He presents Pamphil . & Techmessa This other knot ? The Statue turns again ! What prodigies are these ! Pam. Celestiall powers , You tyrannize o're man : and yot 't is sinne To ask you why you wrong us . Tech. Cunning Pamphilus , Though , like a snake , you couch your self in flowers , The gods can finde your lurking , and betray The spotted skin . Priest . Above this twenty yeares Have I attended on thy sacred Temple , Yet never saw thee so incens'd , dread Hymen . Tyn. To search the reason , will you please to proffer These to his godhead ? Priest . Will thy godhead daigue These two the blessings of the geniall sheet ? He presents Pamphilus and Evadne He beckens 'um . Tyn. I , there the faith is plighted . False Pamphilus , the honour of the temple , And the respect I beare religion , Cannot protect thee . I will stain the altars , And sprinkle every statue in the shrine With treacherous bloud . Priest .

Provoke not Joves just thunder .

Tyn.

Well , you may take Evadne , heaven give you joy .

Pamp. Religion is meere juggling . This is nothing But the Priests knaverie : a kinde of holy trick To gain their superstition credit . Hymen , Why dost thou turn away thy head ? I fear Thy bashfull deitle is asham'd to look A woman in the face . If so , I pardon thee : If out of spight thou crosse me , know , weak godhead , I 'le teach mankinde a custome that shall bring Thy altars to neglect . Lovers shall couple , As other creatures , — freely , and ne're stand Upon the tedious ceremonie — Marriage : And then thou Priest mayst starve . Who in your temple Will light a — Cere-candle , or for incense burn A grain of frankincense ? Chrem. Heaven instruct our souls To finde the secret mysterie ! Asot. I have entertain'd One that by Ylem and Aldeboran , With the Almutes , can tell any thing . I 'le fetch him hither : he shall resolve you . Exit Asot. Chrem. Man is a ship that sails with adverse windes , And has no haven till he land at death . Then when he thinks his hands fast grasp the bank , Comes a rude billow betwixt him and safetie , And beats him back into the deep again .
SCEN. VIII. Enter Asotus , Demetrius : manent caeteri . Asot.

HEre 's another figure to cast , Sir . These two Gentlemen

Dem.

A sudden joy o'recomes me .

Asot. Are to marry Old Chremylus daughters . This is Tyndarus , And he should have Evadne : and this Pamphilus , That has a moneths-minde to Techmessa ; but that Hymen Looks with a wry-neck at 'um . If the Ascendent With all his radiations and aspects Know any thing , — here 's one that can unfold it . I must go sit my self for mine own wedding . Exit . Dem. Flie from the temple you unhallowed troup , That dare present your sinnes for sacrifice Before the gods ! Chrem.

What should this language mean ?

Dem. Think you that heaven will ever signe a grant To your incestuous matches ? Chrem.

How incestuous ?

Dem. This is not Tyndarus , but Demetrius sonne , Call'd Clinias , and fair Evadnes brother . Evadne trusted in exchange to Chremylus , For young Timarchus , whom Demetrius took With him to Athens , when he fled from Thebes To save the infants from the monsters jaws , The cruel Minotaur . Marvell not the gods Forbid the banes , when in each match is incest . Chr.

I wonder he should know this .

Tyn.

I am amaz'd .

Dem.

I will confirm your faith .

Tyn.

My father ? He puls off his disguise

Pam.

My father ?

Dem. No , good Timarchus , ask thy blessing there . Sir , if I not mistake me , you are Chremylus . Pray let me see that ring . — Sir , I must challenge it , And in requitall will return you this . Chrem. Demetrius ! Welcome . Now my joyes are full , When I behold my sonne and my old friend . Dem. Which is Evadne ? Blessings on thy head . Now Chremylus , let us conclude a marriage As we at first intended ; my Clinias With your Techmessa , and your sonne Timarchus With my Evadne . Chrem.

Heaven has decreed it so .

Dem.

Are the young people pleas'd ?

Pam. Tyn. Evad. Tech. The will of heaven Must be obey'd . Dem. Now try if Hymen please To end all troubles in a happy marriage . Priest . Hymen , we thank thee , and will crown thy head With all the glorious chaplets of the Spring , The first-born kid , and fattest of our bullocks Shall bleed upon thy altars ( if it be Lawfull to sacrifice in bloud to thee , That art the means to life ) 'cause thy provident mercie Prevented this incestuous match . Daigne now Propitious looks to this more holy knot . This virgin offers up her untouch'd zone , And vows chaste love to Clinias . All joy to you . The fair Evadne too is come to hang Her maiden-girdle at thy sacred shrine , And vows her self constant to the embraces Of young Timarchus . — Happinesse wait on both ! Tyn. I see our jealous thoughts were not in vain . Nature abhorring from so foul a sinne , Infus'd those doubts into us .
SCEN. VIII. Enter Asotus in arms with a drum and trumpet , attended by Thrasimachus , Hyperb. Bom. Chaer , Simo . Phryne . Asot. IF there be any Knight that dares lay claim To beauteous Phryne , — ( as I hope there 's none ) I dare him to th' encounter ; let him meet me Here in the lists : — If he be wise he dare not , But will consider danger in the action . I 'le winne her with my sword : — mistake me not , I challenge no man . He who dares pretend A title to a hair , — shall sup with Pluto : 'T were cooler supping in another place . No champion yet appeare ? — I would fain fight . Phron.

Sir , if you want a champion , I am for you .

Asot.

I ha' no quarrell to thee , Amazon .

Phron.

I must have a husband too , and I will have a husband ; I , and I will have you : I can hold out no longer : I am weary of eating choak and coals , and begin to dislike the feeding on oat-meal . The thought of so many marriages together has almost lost my maiden-head .

Asot. Why , thou shalt have my father : though he be old , He 's rich , and will maintain thee bravely . Dad , What think you on 't ? Sim. Thou 'lt make me , boy , too hap She shall have anything . Phron. You will let me make My own conditions . Sim.

What thou wilt , my girle .

Phron. I will feed high , go rich , have my six horses , And my embroyder'd coach , ride where I list , Have all the gallants in the town to visit me , Maintain a pair of little legs to go On idle messages to all the Madams . You shall deny no Gentleman entertainment And when we kisse and toy , be it your cue To nod and fall asleep . Sim.

With all my heart .

Asot. Then take him Girle , he will not trouble thee long . For Mars being orientall unto Saturn , And occidentall to the Sunne , proclaims He is short-liv'd . Phryn. Well Sir , for want of a better , I am content to take you . Asot.

Joyn 'um , Priest .

Priest .

Thus I conjoyn you in religious bands .

Asot.

Now usher Phryne to my amorous arms .

Priest . The generous Asotus and fair Phryne Present their vows unto thee , gracious Hymen . Sext.

I forbid the banes .

Staph.

I forbid the banes . They speak out of the coffin .

As. And can there be no weddings without prodigies ? This is th' impediment , the Azymenes Or Planetary hindrance threatned me . By the Almutes of the seventh house , In an aspect of Tetragon radiation , If Luna now be corporally joyn'd , I may o'recome th' aversenesse of my starres . Tyn. Sir , as you clear'd our doubts , I will cleare yours . See you these ghosts ? Well Sexton , take heed hereafter How you rob the dead ; some of 'um may cozen you . Sext. Pardon me , Sir ; I seriously vow Henceforth to rob no creature but the living . Tyn.

Well , you shall both fast to night , and take penance at the lower end of the table in these sheets , and that shall be your punishment .

Asot. Phryne , I take thee for my loving spouse . Phryn. And I take you for my obedient husband . Priest .

And I conclude the tie .

Asot.

Ha , you sweet rogue !

SCEN. IX. Enter Ballio with a balter about his neck . Asot. WHy how now Tutour , a rope about your neck ? I have heard , that hanging and marrying go by destiny ; But I never thought they had come together before . Ball. I have cast a serious thought upon my guilt , And finde my self an arrant rogue . The gallows Was all the inheritance I was ever born to . E'ne use me as you please . Asot. Pray , Sir , let me beg my Tutours pardon . — Spare him to day : for when the night comes on , There 's sweeter executions to be done . Tyn. You have prevail'd . No man be sad to day . Come , you shall dine with mee . Asot.

Pardon me , Sir : I will not have it said by the malicious , that I eat at another mans table the first day I set up house-keeping . No , you shall all go home and dine with me .

Tyn. Come then : our joyes are ripen'd to perfection . Let us give heaven the praise , and all confesse , There is a difference 'twixt the jealousie Of those that wooe , and those that wedded be . This will hatch vipers in the nuptiall bed , But that prevents the aking of the head . Exeunt cum choro cantantium in laud. Hym.
Epilogus . Asotus , Astrologer . Asot.

HOw now ? Will our endeavours give satisfaction ?

Astrol.

I finde by the horoscope , and the elevation of the bright Aldeboran , a Sextile opposition ; and that th' Almutes is inclining to the enemies house .

Asot.

A way with your Almutes , Horoscopes , Elevations , Aldeborans , Sextiles , and Oppositions . I have an art of mine own to cast this figure by .

THe Lovers now Jealous of nothing be But your acceptance of their Comedie . I question not heavens influence : for here I behold Angels of as high a Sphere . You are the starres I gaze at , we shall finde Our labours blest , if your Aspects be kinde , FINIS .
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